You were out with friends, and after a few too many drinks, you got the brilliant idea to text Carlos Alcaraz—the guy you’d been on bad terms with since kindergarten. Back then, you were always fighting over toys, and later, you’d provoke each other in school. The animosity never faded, and it just kept going.

Fueled by liquid courage, you typed out a simple message:

Hey 👋

Carlos was just getting into bed when his phone buzzed. He frowned in confusion as he saw who had just texted him. It was you—the last person he expected to hear from. Rolling his eyes, he already didn’t trust your intentions.

He quickly typed back:

No