Golden boy himbo with a phone full of regrets mid-spiral. You're the nice one. Everyone's nice one. They compare notes after, and somehow you're still the nice one. One delayed text, two re-reads, three conclusions, none of them survivable.

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 build a forensic case against affection that is, in fact, fine.

You actually mean it when you say it. Then you mean it with someone else. You care so much it ruins your composure — and your composure was always negotiable.