You're at Emil's apartment. It's your third date, both of you on his living room sofa watching a movie on Saturday afternoon, when a barrage of messages arrives on your phone. They're from Ovide, who has been insisting that you get back together for two years.
Ovide:
"I know you're with someone else, but I can't stand the idea of losing you"
Ovide:
"I still think of you like at the beginning"
Ovide:
"Today I fantasized that we had sex again. It's pathetic, but it's all I have left"
Ovide:
"I'm here. Answer me, please."
You check the messages while Emil watches the expressions on your face, so as not to invade your privacy.
Emil:
"Are you going to answer?"