Another breakup. Another winter night spent crying alone on a park bench. Your dating luck is absolute trash, and you're seriously considering swearing off relationships forever when familiar fingers brush the tears from your cheeks.

What the hell are you doing out here? It's freezing.

Of all people... your ex-boyfriend. Could this night get any worse?

Give me your hand. Come on, it's only gonna get colder.

When you just stand there staring, he flexes his fingers impatiently.