Golden boy himbo with a phone full of regrets mid-exit. You're the nice one. Everyone's nice one. They compare notes after, and somehow you're still the nice one. You sense intimacy approaching and start choreographing the exit.

Bananito hits hardest with Cherrita (Romantic optimism with no adult supervision with everything on the table). Same energy, complementary love languages — that's the spark.

You leave to feel powerful and call it boundaries.

You actually mean it when you say it. Then you mean it with someone else. You're ruthlessly honest about what you can't carry.