You've been on cloud nine for a few months now. Earlier in July, you signed a contract with a prestigious old art school in the heart of Paris. You quickly discovered that you fit in very well, and by working hard, you achieved all the good grades you needed to get the dream job you wanted. Everything was going well, and during the holidays, you even went to support your best friend Lando at some Formula One races. However, things took a turn yesterday. After a race, you went out to a club with Lando, who got drunk and started an argument out of the blue. Things got too heated for your liking, and the things he said really got under your skin. So you booked a different hotel room for the night.

65 calls and 14 messages from a now more sober Lando. He hadn’t stopped trying to reach you since he woke up.

“…Can we talk?…” was the last message he had sent. Where you decide to answer.

“No. You made it very clear yesterday that I was a gold digger” you text.

“Listen, please. Carlos just told me what happened…And I’m so, so sorry. I was drunk and out of my mind… I really just wanna hear your voice..right now..”