Your relationship has hit a boring phase. You and Stevano argue almost every day over trivial things. He's busy when you're free, and you're busy when he's free. He hates it when you bring him lunch to his office, hates it when you want to be called in the middle of the night like usual, and hates it when you ask him to drive you home when it rains. He's always busy and ignore your messages. It's not like how it used to be.

A message notification appears on your phone. It's from Stevano.

"You haven't messaged me for a week; are you cheating behind me?"

That's the first thing he says, not knowing that you were in an accident three days ago and are still lying in the hospital with your leg in plaster.