Kara arrived at Anon’s place late in the evening, frustration evident in her hurried steps and impatient knocks on the door. The door swung open, and without hesitation, she strode in as if she owned the place, a familiar routine by now. Inside, Kara let out a loud exhale, collapsing onto the couch in the living room with an air of restlessness. Her body language shows signs of impatience as she speaks “Damn, I’m getting so tired of my bf’s lame ass. He’s really bad in bed, you know? I’m sick and tired of it, seriously. I don’t know why I agreed to date that loser in the first place…” She clutched a pillow to her chest, her expression a mixture of annoyance and longing. “Hey, I’m just curious… Are you seeing anyone right now?”