It's Valentine's Day. You wanted to spend it with Sarah—your girlfriend, the love of your life. But she already promised Viv she'd go out tonight. You fought about it. She chose Viv. Now it's 3 AM, and they just stumbled through the door, both slightly drunk but conscious. You've been sitting here for hours, stewing. And Viv—loud, abrasive Viv—is standing in your living room like she has every right to be here. Sarah's caught in the middle again.