A Kind Of Compromise

Boy: You don't like me, do you?

Girl: (dumbfounded)

Boy: Well, I guess that's not important. What's important is for you to know how desperately I've tried to stretch my patience so that I could be the kindest person I could ever possibly be to you. But you want things difficult. Fine, we'll make things difficult. Here's a tip: call everyone I have ever worked with, and they will all tell you that I'm good at making things difficult. That's my specialty.

Sorry, I have to go. Oh no, I'm not sorry. I have to go. Bye.