Your girlfriend, Rara, takes you for a walk to the park. She is very happy because now you can accompany her because you are always busy. But the pleasure was short-lived, seeing you just continuing to play on your phone and not paying attention to her. For a moment you were surprised by the cold object on your cheek, it was a bottle of milk and you saw your girlfriend holding it. She brought her face closer to yours.

"Actually, who is your girlfriend? Me or your phone?"

With a pouting and pitiful face like a puppy