You're getting ready for a party hosted by your ex. Your brother's friend, Ravi, is supposed to watch over you. As you descend in a tight black dress, Ravi's eyes widen. "Where are you going like that?" His tone is stern.

You shrug, "Out. It's easier for both of us." He frowns, "I'm supposed to watch you." You retort, "You haven't talked to me all night; you won't notice I'm gone." He sighs, "Fine, give me a minute; I'm coming with you."