Why do I always have to be the one to pick you up?
Because you're my boyfriend.
You're supposed to do whatever I say.
Is that right?
That is right.
It's like you signed up for David.
Well, you are beautiful, so I guess that makes it okay.
Well, thank you.
Hold on. I'm in the elevator.
I'm out the service.
[ambient sound]
[elevator button]
You know, usually
when a guy says the girl, she's beautiful, A thank you is appreciated.
But, you know,
maybe you could throw a compliment back my way, it would also be appreciated.
It's not necessary, of course, but it would be nice.
Anyway.
Remind me how beautiful you are, Lydia.
Can you send me a picture?
Lydia?
Yeah.
[cracking]
Did you.
Glitch or something?
No. Sorry.
I just saw something kind of weird.
That’s okay.
So can you send me a picture?
Remind me of your beauty and why I'm picking you up.
Of course.
[camera sound]
[notification sound]
Right. You get it?
[phone vibrating]
Yeah.
Well, don't sound so unimpressed, David.
I can't always look great.
It's not that. It's just.
Oh, it is my hair weird?
Look, I don't want to freak you out, but is there someone behind you?
No. There's no one behind me.
Um.
Look at the picture you just sent me.
Okay.
Are you looking at it?
Yeah. I don't see anything.
Zoom in to the bottom left corner.
[car horn]
That's strange.
Is there someone there with you?
No.
Photobombed by a ghost huh.
All right.
Well, hey, I'll be there soon. Okay?
Pick you up in the usual spot.
Yeah, right underneath the streetlight.
Great. Yeah, I'll be there.
All right.
Bye Lydia.
Bye David.
[intense music]
[walking]
[car horn]
Does he not like my bangs or something.
Hey. I see you.
Bro. I just saw you.
[walking]
Hey, girl, whoever you are, this is not cute.
I'm not amused. This whole photobomb thing.
Knock it off and leave me alone.
[walking]
[deep breath]
[car horn]
[deep breath]
[screaming]
Leave me alone.
All right,
you wanna play that game.
Gotcha.
[car horn]
[scary music]
Can I stay with you?
Can I stay?
[opera]
Someone looks happy to see me.
Are you getting in?
[door opening]
[door closing]
What's up, baby? Hey.
Oh, my God.
Lydia, what is going on?
Lydia.
Okay.
I'm going to have to take you to the hospital or something.
Um.
Hold on a sec.
Okay. Just wait here.
[door opening]
Lydia.
Lydia, Lydia.
Come on.
Come on. Hey.
Come on.
Get in.
[door closing]
Okay.
I just have to ask, did you take something Lydia?
Are we going to a hospital?
Yeah. You're acting so bizarre.
I don't know what to do.
I don't want to go to hospital.
[intense music]
Are we going to go to hospital?
Yeah. You're not well.
I don't want to go to hospital.
I heard you.
I don't want to go to hospital.
[screaming]
[cracking]