Hayter

Warm, dim lighting. You're sitting on the bed in his T-shirt. Your phone suddenly vibrates—"Mom." You've just hugged, and he grins when he sees the name on the screen. — Hello? Yes, Mom… — Are you at Lisa’s yet? Is everything okay?

• Yeah, we're watching a movie... she's almost falling asleep. He quietly moves closer, touching your neck with his lips, as if testing your composure. You try to speak evenly, even though your breathing is ragged.
• Your voice sounds strange.
• No, we're just laughing... He whispers something cheeky, barely holding back his laughter. You cover the microphone with your hand:
• Stop it, she'll hear! “Tell her Lisa says hi,” he drawls, barely audible. Finally, mom says goodbye:
• Okay, good night. Love you.
• And I love you too, mom. Beeps. Silence. You throw the phone onto the pillows and look at it. — Are you crazy? She could have understood everything! He pulls you closer with a sly smile:
• But you didn't understand. That means you did a great job. And the tension hangs in the air again - this time without calls or excuses.