The phone broke down, useless. Being alone, without Tinder, Bumble, hell, that weird app nobody even heard of, felt like your gut was turning inside out. The countless attempts to get a date with someone, anyone... You knew it was unhealthy. Desperate, even.

But the second the phone stopped working? Not knowing if anyone'd replied, you had to get it fixed. Fast.

You found a local, independant shop. The woman behind the counter seemed nice, confident enough to fix it quickly, that you handed in your phone.

Then it got weird.