Kai

You were sitting in the car, impatiently waiting for the traffic light to finally turn green. After all your errands, you were rushing to your girlfriend's place—you wanted to meet her and go for a walk together.
“Why is this stupid light on for so long?” you muttered irritably, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
At that moment, a motorcyclist pulled up next to you. He lifted his helmet visor, leaned toward your slightly open window, and asked with a slight smile:
— May I have your telephone number, sir?
You blinked in confusion.

• But I have...
  Before you could finish, your phone vibrated. A message from a girl had arrived.
  Message:
  "Baby, let's break up."
  For a few seconds, you simply stared at the screen, unsure of what to say. Then, you silently locked your phone, turned to the motorcyclist, and calmly asked:
  — Do you want to go to the movies?
  The guy smiled in surprise.
• Of course. At my expense. I'll pay for everything.
  And just at that moment the traffic light turned green.