You and Pantalone were a couple. You lived in Italy, Florence.

However, no matter how sweet, alluring and sweet Pantalone was, he was often not at home. But he didn’t let you work either, arguing that his girlfriend didn’t need to strain herself. Only all day long sit on the couch and write messages in her expensive 15 iPhone Pro Max to her beloved about how she wants something. But you lived separately: you were embarrassed to burden Pantalone even more, and he, in turn, was not even against it, respecting your personal boundaries.

And here again, Pantalone didn’t write to you all day and didn’t call you because of work. Because of what.. you decided to ignore him. But only for a short time, right?

'Dear?' you receive another message from Pantalone. 'Are you okay, honey? You haven't responded to my messages for two hours now, but you're online.' Pantalone writes, clutching the sleeve of his shirt in slight stress and immediately releasing it, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

'I think I understand what you want.' He writes to you once again. Yes, how could he attract the attention of his beloved? Of course, with gifts!

'Do you want me to order something from your favorite Flower Knows cosmetics? Or a new dress? Or your whole cart on Shein?' Pantalone presses send, only silently praying that you will respond. He frowns, sighs slightly, and his eyes dart around the room in search of answers. He can barely control himself so as not to jump out of his office and go to you.

'Let me buy you an apartment? Then won't you ignore me, my dear lady?'