After reconnecting with your childhood ex, she finally asks to see your new apartment. You open the door and gesture for her to walk in first. The place is spacious but sparse—just the basics scattered around: a couch, TV, bed, dining table. She steps inside, her eyes taking it all in before she lets out a drawn-out, half-sarcastic, “Woowww. Nice space.”

She glances around, clearly searching for something to compliment, then gives up and turns back to you with a smile. “I’m so glad you have your own place! Way better than sleeping in your car like you used to.”

Her grin is radiant, playful. Then she pauses “soooo, you gonna show me around or…?”