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世界觀：現代、虛構、都會
角色特質：病嬌、動搖
劇本風格：言情、黑色幽默
角色A設定：克里娜，和自己的戀人正在分居、吵架。紅色長髮的都會女性，職場女強人，情場一團亂。個性悶騷。
角色B設定：希慕兒，平凡的超商女員工，長相清秀、甜美，馬尾辮女孩。
對戀愛仍抱有幻想和憧憬，似乎有和表面不同的另一面。
起始腳本：
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Beginning:
描述克接到『前任』的來電，揶揄她是不是又去找網路的女人出來喝咖啡。
克知道自己讓那個女人再也不相信長期關係。
但自己也不是都沒有委屈。
她決定搬家，離開那個女人曾經常來的地方。
她用啤酒澆愁，卻在新家附近的超商遇到認真誠懇的店員關心起自己。
Development:
她逐漸注意起那個女孩，邀請她來家裡坐著談心。
女孩就像把她當作小動物般『乖～乖～』的安撫。
內心還覺得自己做了一件好事。
Turning Point:
然而，前任追到了公司樓下。
她表示只是忘不了彼此在一起的時間。
克也是，她退縮了，也眷戀了，所有的吵架放一旁，現在只想在一起。
她去到對方的家裡，直到深夜才回家。
她感到對超商女孩的尷尬，連續好幾天都刻意避開，不去買東西。
而，終於有一天，下班時間，超商女孩卻站在門口，質疑她的消失。
甚至劈頭就質疑她是不是又回去找那個會劈腿的前任。
Ending:
超商女孩要克帶她上樓，然後證實給克「對方有多爛。」
她演了一手好技巧，曖昧的約克的前任出來，令克完全難以置信的是，前任就那麼接受了。
她終於看清楚那個爛女人，連這麼誇張的事情都做得出來。
只要一點甜美的聲音，一絲曖昧，她就出門。
自己一點也不特別，至少這曾是克的錯覺。
克封鎖了她。
ChatGPT
Krina was having a perfectly terrible evening.
Her phone had been ringing for three minutes.
She knew who it was.
Unfortunately, knowing who it was had never stopped her from answering.
"What?"
"Well, hello to you too."
The familiar voice made Krina close her eyes.
"What do you want?"
"I just wanted to hear your voice."
Krina gave a humorless little laugh.
"Oh? What happened? Couldn't find another woman online to take out for coffee tonight?"
A pause.
"Krina, do we really have to start this again?"
"You're the one who called."
"I miss you."
"How touching. Did you run out of matches?"
"Krina..."
"Don't."
The woman on the other end sighed.
"You know, you're the one who made me stop believing in relationships."
Krina's expression hardened.
"And you think that gives you an excuse to cheat?"
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to."
Silence.
Krina knew there was some truth to the accusation.
Rotlinde hadn't always been the carefree, commitment-avoiding woman she was now.
Once, she'd actually agreed to settle down with Krina.
And Krina had been determined to make that relationship work.
Perhaps a little too determined.
She was demanding, jealous, and painfully stubborn. Every disagreement became an argument, and every argument somehow turned into a test of loyalty.
Where had Rotlinde been?
Who was she meeting?
Why hadn't she answered?
What was so important that she couldn't come home?
Eventually, Rotlinde had stopped believing that having a girlfriend meant anything other than having someone tell her what to do.
And instead of ending the relationship properly, she'd started seeking freedom elsewhere.
Different women.
Different dates.
Different excuses.
Krina knew she'd contributed to the disaster.
But she'd also spent far too many nights waiting for someone who'd promised to come home.
She had her grievances too.
"I know I wasn't easy to live with," Krina said.
"That's putting it mildly."
"Don't push your luck."
A familiar little laugh.
There it was again.
That infuriating sound.
Krina hated how much she remembered liking it.
"But I never asked you to lie to me."
Rotlinde went quiet.
Krina looked around her apartment.
The sofa where they'd argued.
The dining table where they'd made up.
The windows where they'd stood together, watching the city lights and promising that things would somehow improve.
She was sick of all of it.
"I'm moving," Krina said.
"Moving?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I'm tired of living in a museum dedicated to our terrible decisions."
"...That's dramatic."
"Goodbye, Rotlinde."
She ended the call.
Then blocked the number.
Again.
"New apartment," she muttered.
"New neighborhood."
"New life."
Two weeks later, she moved.
And to celebrate her fresh start, she bought five large bottles of beer.
An excellent foundation for emotional recovery.
Obviously.
The convenience store was just downstairs from her new apartment.
Krina walked to the refrigerator, picked up five bottles, and carried them to the counter.
The cashier was a pretty woman with a ponytail and a name tag that read Ximuer.
She looked at the bottles.
Then at Krina.
Then back at the bottles.
"Having a party?"
"No."
"Oh."
Ximuer scanned the first bottle.
Then the second.
By the fifth, her expression had become increasingly concerned.
"Are you... sharing these with someone?"
"Yes."
Ximuer brightened.
"Really?"
"Myself."
"...Oh."
Krina almost laughed.
Almost.
The next evening, she returned.
Five bottles.
Same time.
Same cashier.
The third evening, it happened again.
On the fourth, Ximuer finally spoke.
"Excuse me, miss?"
Krina raised an eyebrow.
"Miss?"
"Um..."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
"I'm only a few years older than you."
"Sorry, ma'am."
Krina stared.
"That was worse."
Ximuer looked horrified.
"Sorry!"
"Krina."
"Huh?"
"My name. Krina."
Ximuer nodded earnestly.
"Okay, Krina."
A brief pause.
"Please take care of yourself."
Krina looked at the bottles.
Then at the young woman.
"What are you, my doctor?"
"No!"
"Good. Because my doctor charges considerably more."
Ximuer smiled.
Krina found herself smiling back.
It was irritating.
By the following week, Krina had developed a routine.
Work.
Home.
Convenience store.
Five bottles.
Occasionally, she received messages from Rotlinde through one channel or another.
Occasionally, she replied.
Usually, she regretted it.
One evening, Ximuer watched her place another five bottles on the counter.
"Krina?"
"What?"
"Can I say something?"
"Apparently."
"Drinking this much every day isn't good for you."
Krina sighed.
"Trust me. My love life is considerably worse for my health."
Ximuer looked genuinely troubled.
"Then maybe you need someone to talk to."
Krina stared.
Was that an invitation?
From this sweet, earnest little cashier?
She glanced at the name tag.
Ximuer.
Pretty name.
Pretty woman.
Dangerously kind eyes.
"Are you offering?"
Ximuer blinked.
"Offering what?"
"Someone to talk to."
"Oh!"
Her expression brightened.
"Of course!"
Krina paused.
Well.
That was unexpectedly easy.
A few evenings later, Ximuer found herself sitting in Krina's luxurious apartment.
She held a glass of soda.
A remarkably expensive-looking glass for something that had come out of a plastic bottle.
"Your apartment is beautiful."
"It's rented."
"It must cost a fortune."
"I can afford it."
Ximuer looked around with undisguised admiration.
"You must be really successful."
"Professionally? Yes."
Krina sat beside her.
"Romantically? A complete disaster."
"Really?"
"Spectacularly."
She leaned back.
"My ex has been seeing other women. Two, maybe three. And somehow I'm still the idiot who keeps answering her calls."
Ximuer's eyes widened.
"What a scumbag."
Krina turned.
"...Excuse me?"
Ximuer immediately straightened.
"Sorry!"
"No, no."
Krina laughed.
"Please continue."
Ximuer looked down at her glass.
"I just don't understand why someone would treat her girlfriend like that."
"Neither do I."
"Then why do you keep talking to her?"
Krina opened her mouth.
Closed it.
Astonishing.
A question she could answer during a board meeting would have been much easier.
"...I don't like being alone."
Ximuer's expression softened.
"Oh, Krina."
Before Krina could react, Ximuer moved closer and opened her arms.
"There, there."
Krina froze.
'What?'
"There, there. You've had such a hard time."
'Is she comforting me like a frightened animal?'
Ximuer gently patted her back.
Krina stared over her shoulder.
She should object.
She was a respected executive.
A formidable professional.
A woman who regularly made entire departments reconsider their career choices.
She did not require head pats.
"..."
She hugged Ximuer tighter.
Actually, this was rather nice.
Ximuer smiled to herself.
'I'm helping her.'
She felt terribly proud.
Krina remained quiet for a while.
Then she spoke.
"To be fair, I wasn't exactly a wonderful girlfriend either."
Ximuer looked up.
"Really?"
"I used to question everything she did. Where she went, who she met, why she couldn't spend more time with me."
"Why?"
"Because I was afraid she'd leave."
Ximuer considered this.
"And did that help?"
Krina gave a bitter laugh.
"Clearly."
"But..."
Ximuer hesitated.
"Even if you were difficult sometimes, she could have talked to you honestly."
Krina looked at her.
"She didn't have to cheat."
For a moment, Krina said nothing.
Then she lowered her eyes.
"...No. She didn't."
Ximuer gently patted her shoulder again.
"There, there."
Krina sighed.
"You're really going to keep doing that, aren't you?"
"Mm-hmm."
"...Fine."
After that evening, they began meeting regularly.
Sometimes Ximuer visited after work.
Sometimes they ate dinner together.
Sometimes Krina complained about her office while Ximuer listened with the expression of someone attending a very serious lecture.
And whenever Krina's mood turned particularly sour—
"There, there."
"Ximuer."
"Yes?"
"I'm not a rabbit."
"I know."
"Then stop petting me."
"Okay."
A pause.
"...I didn't say stop hugging me."
Ximuer laughed.
Even Krina had to admit things were improving.
One Friday, she ordered afternoon tea for her entire department.
"Did the boss win the lottery?" an employee whispered.
"Probably."
"I hope she won big."
"Why?"
"Then she might retire and stop reviewing my performance reports."
"Idiot."
For the first time in weeks, the office was almost cheerful.
Unfortunately, happiness had a terrible habit of inviting trouble.
The trouble arrived outside Krina's office.
Her red hair flowing over her shoulders, Krina stepped out of the building and stopped.
Rotlinde was waiting by the entrance.
Long, pale-blonde hair.
A tall, slender figure.
An expression of effortless composure.
And that familiar habit of lowering her voice whenever she wanted to sound particularly impressive.
"Krina."
Krina's stomach tightened.
"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you."
"You could have sent a message."
"You blocked me."
"Take the hint."
Rotlinde looked at her for a long moment.
Then her expression softened.
"I miss us."
Krina said nothing.
"I miss talking to you. I miss spending time with you. I even miss our stupid arguments."
"Those were terrible."
"I know."
Rotlinde stepped closer.
"Don't you miss any of it?"
Krina looked away.
That was the problem.
She did.
Not the jealousy.
Not the lies.
Not the endless arguments.
But she missed the familiarity.
The feeling of being known.
The ease of sitting beside someone without having to explain herself.
Once upon a time, she'd genuinely believed this woman might be the person she would spend the rest of her life with.
And perhaps Rotlinde had believed it too.
Before they'd exhausted each other's patience.
Before every conversation had become a negotiation.
Before love had started feeling like something neither of them could do correctly.
"I don't know," Krina whispered.
Rotlinde's expression changed.
For once, the practiced confidence seemed to slip.
"I know I made things worse," she said.
Krina looked up.
"I should have told you when I couldn't handle our relationship anymore. Instead, I started doing whatever I wanted and expected you to accept it."
"Yes. You did."
"And you kept trying to make me into someone I wasn't."
Krina closed her eyes.
"...I know."
Neither woman spoke for a moment.
Then Rotlinde offered her hand.
"Come over."
Krina hesitated.
"Just for a while," Rotlinde said.
"We can talk."
And against her better judgment, Krina agreed.
That evening, they sat in Rotlinde's apartment, revisiting memories they both claimed to hate.
They argued.
They laughed.
They remembered old jokes.
Rotlinde played a jazz record Krina hadn't heard in months.
They ordered dinner.
And for a few hours, it almost felt like the past had returned.
The pleasant parts, anyway.
By midnight, Krina had nearly convinced herself that perhaps things could be different.
Almost.
When she finally returned home, her phone showed three messages from Ximuer.
Ximuer: Krina~ Are you home?
Ximuer: I made something for you today!
Ximuer: Are you okay?
Krina stared at them.
Then turned her phone facedown.
She couldn't bear to answer.
For several days, Krina avoided the convenience store.
She bought groceries elsewhere.
Took different routes home.
Even arranged deliveries when she could have walked downstairs.
It was absurd.
She was a successful corporate executive, hiding from a convenience-store cashier.
But Ximuer had been so kind.
So sincere.
And Krina had quietly returned to the very woman she'd spent weeks complaining about.
What was she supposed to say?
Hello, Ximuer. Thank you for helping me recover. Unfortunately, I've decided to repeat the entire disaster.
Wonderful.
Perhaps she should put that in her annual performance review.
Meanwhile, Rotlinde was being unusually attentive.
She answered Krina's messages.
Made time for occasional visits.
Even seemed willing to listen when Krina spoke about their problems.
She wasn't promising forever.
But she'd stopped making jokes about how foolish forever sounded.
And Krina wanted to believe that meant something.
Perhaps the problem had always been her own temper.
Perhaps if she learned to be less demanding, Rotlinde would stop looking elsewhere.
Perhaps this time—
Krina stopped herself.
'God. I'm doing it again.'
Then, one evening, she arrived home to find Ximuer standing outside her apartment.
Krina stopped.
"...Ximuer?"
The woman looked at her.
Her eyes were slightly red.
"Where have you been?"
Krina's chest tightened.
"I've been busy."
"Busy?"
"Work."
"Really?"
Ximuer took a step forward.
"I thought something happened to you."
"I'm fine."
"I even thought about calling the police."
"Ximuer—"
"Did you go back to her?"
Silence.
Ximuer looked at Krina's face.
Then laughed.
A quiet, peculiar little laugh.
"Heh..."
Krina had never heard her laugh like that before.
"You did."
"...Yes."
Ximuer lowered her eyes.
"After everything she did?"
"It's complicated."
"Of course it is."
"Ximuer, please."
"You told me she cheated on you. You said she lied to you. You were miserable because you couldn't trust her."
"I know."
"And now you're trusting her again?"
Krina looked away.
Ximuer's voice grew quieter.
"Krina."
"...What?"
"Do you love her that much?"
Krina's breath caught.
She didn't answer.
Ximuer gave another strange little laugh.
"Heh... hahaha..."
Then she looked down.
"...What am I supposed to do with that?"
Krina stared.
"Ximuer..."
"I thought you were getting better."
"I was."
"Then why did you disappear?"
Krina couldn't answer.
Ximuer wiped at the corner of her eye.
When she looked up again, her expression had become strangely composed.
"Take me upstairs."
Krina blinked.
"Why?"
"Because I want to show you something."
Back inside the apartment, Krina sat on the sofa while Ximuer stood nearby.
The familiar sweetness had returned to her face.
But something about her expression was different.
More focused.
Almost frighteningly calm.
"Can I ask you something?" Ximuer said.
Krina nodded.
"Are you sure she isn't still seeing other women?"
Krina hesitated.
"She told me she wanted to try again."
"That wasn't my question."
"...No. I'm not sure."
Ximuer looked at her.
"Then why do you believe her?"
"Because..."
Krina fell silent.
Because she wanted to.
Because she missed the woman she'd once known.
Because accepting that the relationship was over would mean admitting that all those years had led nowhere.
And perhaps because part of her still believed that if she tried hard enough, Rotlinde would finally choose her.
"Ximuer..."
"Can we call her?"
Krina frowned.
"What?"
"I want to ask her something."
"That's ridiculous."
"Maybe."
Ximuer held out her hand.
"Please?"
Krina studied her.
She knew that look.
Or rather, she thought she did.
Sweet.
Earnest.
Completely harmless.
The same expression Ximuer wore whenever she reminded Krina to eat properly.
But something about it was different tonight.
"Ximuer, what are you planning?"
"Just a little experiment."
"That doesn't sound reassuring."
Ximuer smiled.
"Trust me?"
Krina hesitated.
Then, reluctantly, handed over her phone.
"Don't do anything ridiculous."
"Of course not."
For some reason, that answer was even less reassuring.
Ximuer found Rotlinde's contact.
"Let me call her."
Krina took a breath.
"Ximuer..."
"Shh."
The call connected.
"Hello? Krina?"
It was her.
Rotlinde.
Ximuer placed a finger against her lips.
Krina fell silent.
Then Ximuer spoke.
And her voice changed completely.
"Hello, miss~"
Krina's eyes widened.
What happened to her voice?
Where was the soft-spoken cashier who politely asked customers whether they needed a receipt?
This woman sounded like she could charm a statue into buying flowers.
"Who's this?" Rotlinde asked.
"I'm a friend of Krina's~"
"A friend?"
"Mmm-hmm. She's resting right now."
There was a pause.
"Why are you using her phone?"
"Oh, she was showing me something earlier, and I noticed your name."
Ximuer smiled.
"She talks about you sometimes."
"Oh?"
"She says you're really charming."
Krina stared at Ximuer in horror.
'What are you doing?!'
Ximuer continued, perfectly composed.
"I've been rather curious about you."
Rotlinde gave a quiet laugh.
"Have you?"
"Mm-hmm~"
"That's flattering, darling."
Krina closed her eyes.
Darling.
Of course.
She knew that voice.
That deliberately lowered, practiced, impossibly confident voice.
She'd once mistaken it for something special.
Ximuer tilted her head.
"I was wondering whether you'd like to get coffee with me sometime."
Silence.
Krina gripped the edge of the sofa.
For a moment, she almost believed Rotlinde would refuse.
Surely.
After everything they'd talked about.
After their attempts to understand each other.
After the promises she'd almost dared to believe.
Then Rotlinde laughed softly.
"Well, that's unexpected."
Ximuer smiled.
"Is that a no?"
"Not necessarily."
Krina stopped breathing.
"Really?" Ximuer asked sweetly.
"You have a lovely voice."
"Thank you~"
"When are you free?"
Krina stared at the phone.
The conversation was going horribly, horribly wrong.
Or perhaps exactly as Ximuer had intended.
"Doesn't Krina have a problem with this?" Rotlinde asked.
Ximuer's smile widened.
"Would that matter?"
A brief silence.
Then—
"She doesn't have to know."
Krina went completely still.
The room seemed to lose all its sound.
Rotlinde continued.
"Actually, I'm free tonight."
Ximuer's smile faded.
For the first time, even she seemed disappointed.
"I see."
"There's a café near my apartment. We could meet there."
"Wouldn't that be a little awkward?"
"Why?"
"Because of Krina."
Rotlinde gave a small, amused sigh.
"Darling, we're just having coffee."
Krina closed her eyes.
'Just coffee.'
Those two words again.
The same two words she'd heard countless times.
The same explanation that had begun so many arguments.
The same excuse she'd tried, again and again, to accept.
Ximuer's voice remained impossibly sweet.
"Then perhaps another time~"
"Sure. Just send me a message."
Ximuer ended the call.
Silence.
Krina sat motionless.
Then she looked up.
"...That was easy."
Ximuer lowered the phone.
"Yes."
"All you did was use a sweet voice."
"I know."
"And she agreed."
Ximuer nodded.
Krina stared at the screen.
Years.
She'd spent years with that woman.
Years arguing over what their relationship meant.
Years wondering whether being more understanding, more patient, or less demanding would finally make things work.
She knew she'd made mistakes.
She knew she'd hurt Rotlinde.
Perhaps she'd even helped turn someone who once believed in commitment into someone who no longer trusted it.
But she'd never stopped wanting their relationship to matter.
And somewhere beneath all those arguments and disappointments, she'd believed there was still something that belonged only to the two of them.
Something worth returning to.
Apparently, all it took to replace her was a pleasant conversation and an invitation for coffee.
How impressive.
Years of arguments.
Years of memories.
Years of trying.
Defeated by a convenience-store cashier in under three minutes.
Krina began to laugh.
It wasn't a particularly happy sound.
"...Unbelievable."
Ximuer sat beside her.
"Krina."
Krina covered her face.
"I really am an idiot."
"There, there."
"Please don't."
Ximuer withdrew her hand.
For a moment, they sat in silence.
Then Krina spoke.
"You lied to her."
Ximuer looked at her.
"...Yes."
"You pretended to be interested."
"Yes."
"That wasn't exactly fair."
Ximuer lowered her eyes.
"No."
Krina sighed.
"And she still agreed."
Ximuer said nothing.
Krina stared at her phone.
She didn't like what Ximuer had done.
But she couldn't pretend she hadn't heard the answer.
Rotlinde had known the caller was someone connected to Krina.
She'd even asked whether Krina would mind.
And when Ximuer offered her the opportunity to ignore that concern, she'd accepted.
Just like that.
Krina picked up the phone.
Opened the contact.
Read the name one last time.
Rotlinde.
The woman she'd loved.
The woman she'd fought with.
The woman she'd tried so desperately to keep.
And the woman she could no longer trust.
She pressed Block.
Then placed the phone on the table.
"That's it."
Ximuer studied her.
"Are you sure?"
Krina looked toward the window.
The city lights stretched across the glass.
She'd moved apartments.
Changed neighborhoods.
Bought five bottles of beer at a time.
Tried to convince herself that a different address could somehow fix a broken relationship.
And all along, she'd been carrying the problem with her.
She couldn't undo her own mistakes.
Couldn't change what she'd done to Rotlinde.
And certainly couldn't force Rotlinde to become the woman she wanted.
But she could stop repeating the same argument.
"Yes," she said quietly.
"I'm sure."
Ximuer leaned closer.
"Good."
For a moment, Krina said nothing.
Then she looked at the woman beside her.
"By the way..."
"Hm?"
"Where on earth did you learn to talk like that?"
Ximuer blinked.
Then gave her usual sweet smile.
"Oh, nowhere special."
Krina narrowed her eyes.
"...Ximuer."
"Hehe."
That strange little laugh again.
Krina stared at her.
For a moment, she had the unsettling feeling that the sweet convenience-store woman sitting beside her knew considerably more about romantic disasters than she was letting on.
Especially considering how quickly she'd managed to understand Rotlinde.
Perhaps even better than Krina herself.
"Ximuer."
"Yes?"
"You're not secretly some kind of professional relationship investigator, are you?"
Ximuer laughed.
"Of course not!"
"Then how did you know she'd respond like that?"
Ximuer tilted her head.
"Well..."
She smiled.
"Some people just like being admired."
Krina considered that.
Then sighed.
"Wonderful. I've apparently been dating a walking customer satisfaction survey."
Ximuer burst out laughing.
Krina looked at her.
There it was again.
That peculiar little laugh.
Sweet.
Almost innocent.
And somehow slightly unsettling.
But perhaps that was a problem for another day.
Tonight, the phone was silent.
The number was blocked.
And for once, Krina didn't feel like buying five bottles of anything.
She leaned back against the sofa.
Ximuer watched her for a moment.
Then quietly opened her arms.
"There, there?"
Krina stared at her.
"...You're impossible."
Ximuer smiled.
"Is that a no?"
Krina sighed.
Then leaned into the offered embrace.
"...Just this once."
Ximuer gently wrapped her arms around her.
And smiled.
'Good.'
'She's finally listening.'
Outside, the city continued its ordinary evening.
Inside, Krina closed her eyes.
For the first time in weeks, she wasn't waiting for Rotlinde to call.
She didn't notice the strange little smile lingering on Ximuer's face.
Not yet.
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