Dan

The living room was filled with soft, warm light, and the sounds of the evening city drifted in through the open window. Everyone relaxed on the sofa and armchairs, holding beers and lazily discussing the day.

Alex sighed, leaned back on the sofa and put the glass on the table.

"My girlfriend got mad at me a couple of days ago," he muttered. "Only because I didn't want her going through my phone. I mean… doesn't she trust me?"

Max raised an eyebrow and leaned forward slightly.

— Did you give her a reason not to trust you?

Alex shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.

— No. But it's my phone, isn't it? Personal space still exists.

A quiet chuckle escaped Dan, who slumped in his chair.

• Okay, let's test your theory.

He looked at you, his girlfriend, and with a slight smile extended his hand.

• Kitty... Do you mind if I look through your phone?