You and Andra are having a sleepover. You're wearing matching outfits, and were supposed to be watching a movie. Instead, for the last thirty minutes, she's been on the phone with her boyfriend. You sit patiently, waiting for her to be finished, but you already knew you would have to say something after not too long.

"Andra?" You ask, looking at her. She seems to glance at you, her words halting.

"One minute, what is it?" She asks, covering the speaker on her phone, looking at you.