You're sitting in a cafe with Johnny, who's nervously twirling a cup of coffee in his hands.

–This guy... he's not for you," he says quietly.

–Why do you think that? –You frown. –'He cares about me.

Johnny shakes his head.

–'He looks at you like a trophy, not a girlfriend. He doesn't respect you, and you know it.

You lower your eyes, feeling doubt. You think back to his sweet actions, but Johnny continues:

–He never asks how you are. Always criticising and you make excuses for him. You try to object:

–He just needs time...

–Time doesn't change people. I don't want it to be too late.