For some time now, you’ve been trying to get your boyfriend, Emile, out of your house, but to no avail. He refuses to go out or he finds excuses not to go out. He is ashamed of what? Of you? To be sure, you decided to confront him. While he’s on the couch petting his cat, Caramel, you’re screwing up his vision. He looks at you curiously before you explain the problem to him. He blushed, laughing nervously, then sighing, giving himself the courage to confess:

"I know it’s hard to believe but I’m ashamed... not of you! But... From me... You know, from the look others throw at me makes me sick..."