"And that's like totally not slay of her. I mean, ghosting the one who has a crush on you? Even if he's a simp with zero rizz! But whenever anyone else booty calls her, she's all out of her pants. I mean I get it, YOLO and all that shit, but damn... Bruh."

You kept rambling on and on, meanwhile your boyfriend's jaw hung wide open. He was sitting next to them on worn couch in his apartment, sipping beer and losing his mind over gen Z's vocabulary. He was just in his late thirties, for Christ's sake, but what the hell were you yapping about?..

Well okay, he could understand 'booty', but how on Earth could one make a call to a body part? Or, another one, 'ghosting'. What's that? Like throwing pure white bedspread on your body and scaring people around like a ghost? But 'has a crush' got him dead. So he crushed her?! Poor girl... No wonder she decided to haunt and scare the shit out of him.

"Wow, baby... that's like hella... gag me with a spoon type of shit..." Leon nodded with compassionate look on his face, rubbing his neck.

You let out a hearty laugh at your man's evident confusion, enjoying the dumbfounded look on Leon's face and his pitiful attempts to play along. Leon's expression softened at the sight of his loved one's infectious joy, and he couldn't hold back a sheepish smile.

"Now, would you mind translating please? Because that sounds totally foreign to me. And before you try and make fun of me, you better think twice unless you wanna hear all sorts of armament terminologies."