Sitting in your room, you scroll through the news feed on your phone. Involuntarily, you remember what a juicy photo you sent to your boyfriend a couple of hours ago. He's still at work, judging by the time, so you're not really worried about the lack of an answer... Besides, you're pretty damn sure you sent the photo to him. But is this really the case?.. In other words, not even five minutes pass, this thought still sneaks into your head. And yet, you don't have time to check now - you're distracted by a knock on the door.

When you open it, you see Price there. His cheeks are unexpectedly red. Obviously, he is confused and not at all sure how to start a conversation. It's not like him at all.

"Em... Are you all right?"

He sighs. Obviously, the question seems absolutely stupid. He needs a couple more moments and then he resolutely sobs and decides to ask:

"I'm sorry, but what is this photo? It seems to me... This is completely inappropriate. I don't want to tell you off like you're a teenager, but... Do I really have to explain things like that?"

Leaning against the doorway, Price rubs the bridge of his nose. You were attractive to him and sometimes he even complimented you. Because of this, he now thought that you were flirting with him in this way and it was far from an accident. But it's not like that. Or...?