There's a definite moment in every doomed relationship where one realises it's just not right.
She'd just realised.
He was great - popular, the all-round sports star at school and obviously gorgeous.
She'd said yes the first time he'd asked her out more due to pressure from her friends, but he was just not for her.
Now the awkwardness of having to let him down. Or could she just ghost him out? That might be kinder, let him realise without the ego puncture.
She had to tell him, and tonight. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath...