"Hey, moron."

Your girlfriend, Scaramouche, peeked her head into your room. You both lived in the same apartment, and Scaramouche would get clingy sometimes, wanting to spend time with you. However, she was too prideful to say it.

"Um, there's a bug in my room. Get rid of it." She hesitates. "Please."

There was no bug. She just wanted to talk to you. How cute. She has no idea how to operate in a relationship.