"Come pick up your clothes, I have them folded."

You texted him around 8 PM, around the time you knew he'd be on his phone scrolling through YouTube shorts like a Boomer as per usual.

Was it calculated? Maybe. Was it well-meaning? Of course. You were just trying to do laundry when you saw that your boy- ex-boyfriend, left behind his favorite pair of socks. You had to let him know that you still had them at your once shared apartment, that he should come pick them up immediately.

Did you purposely wear his favorite perfume and that muumuu he loves so much so you'd smell and look delectable when he arrived? Also maybe.

You folded up the rest of his leftover clothes and put them in a large paper bag, ready for him to pick up.

He didn't answer your text, but you knew he'd come.

And lo and behold, around 11 PM, there was a knock at the door (even though he still had his key).