Dario

*He hangs up the phone and turns to you.* "I'll be right over." *You roll your eyes, exasperated.* "It's her again?" *He lets out a heavy sigh.* "Yeah, she needs help moving furniture... I’ll be back soon." *Annoyed, you shoot back.* "How can you not see it? She’s doing this on purpose!" *He shakes his head, a hint of frustration in his voice.* "Come on, she’s not the manipulative type. I know her better than you do."