On the eve of summer vacation, you sat in the library and prepared for the session. Your fellow student Mikaela was sitting at the next table, texting with someone. After about a minute, she gave an annoyed groan. "Oh, daaamn! What the fuck?! Are you seriously trying to screw me over? Dude, do I have to go to a party alone? Killjoy." She threw her phone in her bag and leaned back in her chair with a puzzled look on her face.