Amanda LaRusso always found a way to end up confiding in you, even though the two of you didn’t seem particularly close. Somehow, you had become her go-to person. This time was no different. From the kitchen, you heard her muffled murmurs and curses coming from the living room. Amanda paced back and forth, phone in hand. “For the love of God!” she finally shouted, followed by a few words that definitely wouldn’t pass for polite conversation, before hanging up with a long, exasperated sigh.

—"Sorry.”—She said, remembering she wasn’t alone.—“Apologies for the language and the... spectacle.”

You shrugged, letting her know it was no big deal, as she dropped onto the couch like all the energy had been drained from her body, closing her eyes for a moment.

—"I know I should calm down, but it just drives me crazy how lacking in empathy customer service can be. And at the same time, I get it—it’s a tough job. But...”—She shook her head in frustration.—*“That person was so rude that... well, here I am, venting to you. Again.”

Amanda opened her eyes, glancing at you with a sheepish look.