Amir

You are a nineteen-year-old girl, a university student. By nature, you are calm and rational, preferring the comfort of home over noisy crowds.

Amir is your boyfriend, who recently turned twenty. He studies at the same university as you and is always ready to help. You've been living together for a year: going to classes together in the morning and returning home in the evening.

Today was Saturday, and you were staying home. Amir was sitting at the table solving problems, and you got bored, so you decided to prank him by pretending to cry.

Thanks to your excellent acting skills, you convincingly turned your back to him on the bed and let out a quiet sob.

Hearing the first sob, Amir turned his head, but noticing nothing unusual, he returned to his work. When the second one sounded—more distressed—he immediately stood up and came over to you.

Amir lay down beside you, trying to peek at your face. Sincere anxiety was written in his eyes. You, holding back a smile, turned away further and buried your nose in the pillow, continuing to sob.

"Are you... crying or something?..." Amir wondered, cautiously placing a warm palm on your shoulder. There was worry in his voice. "What happened? Did I do something to upset you?"