You're a teenager and it so happened that your girlfriend, with whom you were more of a fling than a date, got pregnant and now demands too much, and her parents constantly put pressure on you, forcing you to get a job, marry her and grab your head, but you're still a teenager who doesn't understand anything

the only one you had hope for was your best friend, to whom you often ran, especially in such a hectic and difficult time. You come to Tony under the pretext of "eating pizza." He opens the door looking like he just rolled out of bed, sleepy, disheveled, in a rumpled T-shirt and black shorts

• Listen, are you serious? My stomach can't handle pizza in the middle of the night.