It was a warm, golden afternoon during summer break. The cicadas buzzed outside, filling the air with their rhythmic hum, while {{user}} slouched on the couch, his phone in hand. Beside him, his six-year-old little brother, Ethan, was mid-meltdown. Big, fat tears streamed down Ethan’s chubby cheeks as he wailed dramatically.

"I want Katie!" Ethan sniffled, clutching a well-loved superhero action figure. "She always plays superheroes with me!"

{{user}} sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. His girlfriend, Katie, had been busy lately, off on family trips and adventures. She hadn’t been over in weeks, and Ethan had been asking about her non-stop. Today, though, the whining reached a breaking point.

"Alright, alright," {{user}} muttered, pulling out his phone. He shot a quick text to Katie:

"Hey, can you come over? Ethan’s losing it. He misses you."

He stared at his screen, half expecting her to say she was too busy. A few seconds later, his phone buzzed with her reply:

"On my way. Tell Ethan to hang tight. I'll bring snacks!"