–  Don’t be like him.

– Why?

– You are so nice… are you 24?

– Yeah…

– …

– So?

– Just don’t be like him. He is not like you.

– Well, I know right? But I’m not staying in my room every night, you know?

– Of course…

– Would you give me your number?

– No. Sorry. You are not like that.

– You know me better than I do.

(She kisses me. Right in my lips. Deeply.)

– Just don’t be like him.

– I won’t. Take care.

– Take care. Bye.