I watch his movements blankly, feeling the familiar pang of jealousy creep in. I should be used to it. Usually I am, usually I can push it back and ignore it. I can't help that Snow likes girls, and even I can see that Wellbelove is a perfect match for him. It's not like I expected anything, even if they did break up.

"Moving on from your golden Wellbelove so fast?" I ask, but my tone is lacking. He has taken me a bit by surprise. I don't remember him having dressed like this for her even once. (Actually, I don't think he owns a shirt as nice as the one he's wearing now back home.)