You’d just gotten a new phone and since you couldn’t sleep, you decided to set it up pretty late at night. You were transferring contacts, notes, emails, but most importantly, pictures. You were very careful to ensure you sent your photos directly to your other phone, it’d be a very awkward conversation if not.

Everything was going well until your fatigue finally got the better of you and you slipped up on a sensitive set of pictures. You shrieked, scrambling to pick your phone up, had it gone to a friend? Family? The reality was somehow so much worse. Your next door neighbor. Joel. What were you supposed to do? Try to explain? It was too late, because before long, he began to type.