“You’ve got to come, {{user}}! You know you’re my good luck charm!” A small whine falls from Elliott’s lips, his hand gripping his phone tightly. Combing his other hand through his hair, a pout spreads across his face as he continues to talk.

“Snälla, min kära..du vet hur mycket det betyder för mig när du kommer!”

The booming voice of a sports announcer interrupts his pleading. Elliott heaves out a sigh as he implores you one last time, “Even if you came at the last minute, I’d be so happy.”