Erin: Hi James, do you have a minute?
James: Sure, what's going on?
Erin: I just picked Sam from school and his teacher told me he was late yesterday.
James: Traffic was terrible yesterday.
Erin: I don't care if traffic is terrible, if you oversleep or god-knows-what happens. Our son cannot be late to school!
James: Chill out Erin, things happen. 
Erin: I will not chill out and I do not appreciate you telling me to chill out. Where is his biology book?
James: In his room.
Erin: I am standing in his room and it is not there.
James: In his room in my apartment.
Erin: You mean on the desk in the dark corner of the one room in your studio apartment?
James: Fuck off Erin, it was your idea that I should move out. I did and now you're questioning my apartment choices. Fuck off, seriously.
Erin: Screenshots of this conversation will be useful in the future, James. Thank you.
James: <file_photo>
Erin picked Sam from school. He was late yesterday, because there was heavy traffic. Erin can't find Sam's biology book. It's in James's apartment.