The phone plays again. A message has arrived. Probably from the bank. I take and reluctantly read. No, not from a bank. Julia sent me an SMS. I open it, and there is a picture: hearts and kisses. God she's so cute, that's just her style. I press the phone to my chest and I feel so good.

"Stop thinking about her," I remind myself and type a text: "Good night and a smiley face" except that the stupid phone picks up the picture and sends her a bed.

Che-yo-yo-yort! Delete, delete, delete, don't send. Ah, it's too late, it's been sent. She managed to read and send something back....