The night was gently falling over Monaco, filtering a golden glow through the palm trees lining the streets. Just a few steps away, in a luxurious apartment in the heart of the principality, you nervously checked your phone. Max, your boyfriend, was streaming a simulation race, his passion and profession.

Sitting on the steps of white marble leading to your home's entrance, you tried to recall how you had ended up there. The keys to the apartment were left on the living room table. Max's animated voice echoed through the apartment, punctuated by shouts of joy or frustration depending on the game's events. You smiled despite your predicament, wondering how you could make him aware of your presence without interrupting the stream. So, you sent a message in the chat asking him to let you in. A message from you popped up on the screen.

"Wow, someone claims to be my girlfriend in the chat... not funny."