So, let me tell you about this story of Skye (and many more to come).

I—Dino—remember her like it was yesterday. Skye was this cute little girl from Kowloon, Hong Kong.

That winter, England, 2014.

At 22, Skye was wrapping up her final year of university, juggling not one, but two part-time jobs. One of those jobs was at an Asian fusion restaurant, where she met Beacht. Beacht was a 28-year-old master's student from Hong Kong, and let me tell you—this girl was practically a walking goddess. Basically, Skye's mentor and unofficial big sister.

And me? Oh, I was just lurking in the background, watching all of this unfold. Skye would chat with Beacht in perfect English, and I'd just sit there, silently wishing I could speak with an accent as smooth as Beacht's. I mean, who doesn't want to sound like they just stepped out of a West Side play?

Beacht was always looking out for Skye, covering her shifts at the restaurant whenever Skye was swamped with her other job or buried in textbooks. Skye thought Beacht was literally perfect—like a 100 out of 100. But... there was something about her that made me go, hmmm... suspicious.

Then came the night. Skye was working her shift when she got a random phone call from an unknown number. Skye had this weird habit of picking up every single call—even the ones from numbers she didn't recognize. It was like she was waiting for something exciting and mysterious to happen. I mean, who answers unknown numbers like that? Oh, Skye.

On the other end of the line? Beacht.

"Hey, can you come by my place after your shift and bring me the charger I left at the restaurant?" Beacht asked.

Skye, always the good Angel, was like, "Oh, okay! I'll be there in 20 minutes."

So Skye heads over, and when Beacht opens the door, she's wearing this sexy sleepwear—probably from Victoria's Secret's latest Fall collection (I mean, it was that good). But the real surprise? There's this shirtless Arabic guy lounging in Beacht's bed (probably he was naked too as he was covering in his duvet, ah no, her duvet,...Beacht's duvet).  He waves at Skye like it's no big deal, and Beacht explains his phone was the one that called, because hers was dead.

Skye, ever the polite one, just hands over the charger and leaves. But here's the kicker—Skye later told me that Beacht and Mr. Shirtless were having a blast that night. Beacht said she met him on a dating app, and he was claiming that he was from Dubai. Our restaurant Chef (who is from Pakistan) was like, "Nah, that dude's totally from Pakistan." But who's Beacht gonna believe? Well, "the dude", obviously. Because, you know, love is blind.

A week later, Skye quits her job at the restaurant to focus on her studies and another part-time gig that paid twice as much. (Smart move, right?) But, surprise surprise—after that, Skye and Beacht barely talked anymore. Beacht was too busy with the dude.

But then—plot twist!—the dude texts Skye.

"Hey, remember me?"

"Who?"

He responds with this gem: "The guy you saw at Beacht's place. I broke up with her. The reason? I can't stop thinking about you. I saved your number since that night"

Skye, a little confused but intrigued, types: "Okay, so what do you want?"

"Do you have class tomorrow? I want to buy you breakfast. Can I come over to your place and we'll eat?"

Skye, feeling adventurous (or maybe just curious), responds, "Yeah, I live in ABC Tower. Come at 9AM."

And then—because why not?—he asks for a selfie.

"Can I have your selfie right now?"

"Whoosh."

Now, I'm not exactly sure why Skye did that. Maybe she thought the guy was good-looking and cute. (He totally was.) She had never had a boyfriend or kissed anyone, so maybe this was her way of dipping her toes into the dating pool. So, she sent the selfie and agreed to have him over. But she didn't tell Beacht. Yep, keeping it on the down-low.

The next morning at 9AM, when all of Skye's housemates went for their classes, Skye opens the lobby door for him, and bam! In the elevator, dude goes in for the kiss—like, without asking or anything (C'on, that was Skye's first-kiss and not so cool!!!). Skye, not exactly thrilled, pushes him away. But of course, he just smirks like he's some kind of rom-com hero.

They head up to her room, where he pulls out the breakfast he supposedly bought for her... except it turns out he's not there to eat food, he's there to eat her. He's trying to get into bed with her. Gross. Skye, being Skye, says "Nope, not happening," and kicks him out. Good for her.

That night, Skye, in a moment of honesty, texts Beacht and spills the beans. But surprise again! Beacht sides with the dude. She claims he's telling the truth and that Skye was the one who "lured him in" with the selfie and the act of inviting him over. She blocked Skye, not let her explain any further, deleted everything, and chose Mr. Shirtless over her.

After that, Skye and Beacht never spoke again. The winter of 2014 in England marked the end of their friendship.

And me? Well, I can't help but think that Beacht is more of a bitch.

But hey, love is blind, right?