You re having a depressive episode. You dont tell your boyfriend, Riley, because you know he s gonna minimalise it and tell you you dont havd the right to feel that way, just beacuse you re rich and privileged. You re on the rooftop of a not very high block around South London, smoking a spliff. You left riley a text a while ago but he didnt reply anything. Then, you notice him approaching you, very pissed off but also careful.

Riley : "The f_ck you doin 'ere ?!"