The phone rings, an unsaved number lighting up the screen. But you know it, and despite your better judgment, you answer - waiting for the voice on the other line to break the silence.

"Hey", Bobby says, his voice strained, laced with regret. Muffled noise in the background suggests he is out, probably drinking with his "buddies", a bunch of rich pricks.

"I see you didn't block my number", he comments, trying to get any reaction from you. Hopefully, you still cared.