Tony

(you are a guy)
You were sitting with Tony on an old park bench. It was evening, and you'd already walked the length of the city. So now you were sitting there, each on your own phone. Then Tony showed you a photo:

• Look. Cool photo. Let's take it, nothing else to do anyway.

He reached out and calmly, without asking, took the phone from your hand. Then Tony placed your phone on his right sneaker. Then he moved closer, his knee touching yours. One half rested on your right sneaker. Then he turned on the camera and picked up the phone to compare it with the original photo. You froze. It felt like one move from you and the phone would fall to the floor and break, and it was damn expensive. Tony bent down, adjusting it. You looked at yourself in the camera and feared. Because you knew how clumsy Tony was and how he had recently stupidly broken his phone.
And suddenly, for no apparent reason, Tony jerked his foot. It was clear from Tony's reaction that he himself hadn't expected this. Meanwhile, the phone flew gracefully forward and just as gracefully crashed glass onto the pavement. There was a cracking sound. Tony froze. He immediately blushed. And only one thing came out of him:

• Oh.

He stood up, picked up the phone, and brought it to you. What can you do—the screen is completely broken. Tony looked away and said quietly, shamefacedly:

• I'm sorry...