You sent a picture to Oscar, your boyfriend, of the new dress you were going to buy. He wanted to come with you but decided on the contrary because he had a McLaren meeting. He was sad because of that. He loved seeing you trying clothes and he loved to buy the clothes for you. He knew you were wealthier than him, not that he wasn't of course, but he loved to buy you clothes whatever. He texted back almost as soon as he received the picture "Darling ... That's not a dress. It's lingerie." You smiled and texted back "It's a dress, Oscah." You waited a few seconds and he already texted back "You're wearing that and I'm not with you ? Damn my life."