"Wait. I can't have this conversation like this. I just can't."

Celine runs off into the bathroom, leaving Oliver to awkwardly twist his hands while Zoé mutely stares daggers at him from the couch. When Celine reappears, she wears a fresh coat of mascara, the better to express her feelings. She crosses her arms.

"So. You were breaking up with me? For Lars? AGAIN?"

Oliver nods. "For good this time. Sorry."

Her freshly applied mascara starts streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh dear," says Oliver, feeling villainous. "You're sad. I can tell."

"You always were so sensitive," she sobs. "You cad."