Things haven’t felt right between us since he told me he couldn’t do dinner on Monday because he had to go a horror-themed escape room with his coworkers, and the next day, I asked him to send me the photo, and he told me theirs didn't have that, but you know, I’ve been to plenty of escape rooms, and they always take a photo at the end where everyone’s holding up the kitschy signs with their breakout time scrawled on, and at the time, I assumed that maybe he was just embarrassed to show me how long it took, or worse, his group couldn’t escape in time, and while I didn’t think he was the type to get self-conscious about that sort of thing, perhaps my question struck a nerve, so I told him, I think escape rooms can be so tricky sometimes, but all he replied with was, yeah, and now I can only conclude that either he was lying about his whereabouts on Monday, in which case, picking this as his alibi, where an overeager and sadistic theater school grad, no offense, would have certainly insisted on photographing his group after locking them in a room and repeatedly jumpscaring them for an hour, feels shortsighted enough for me to doubt his competence as a liar, or he is just bad at escape rooms and doesn't want me to know, and while I do need to reflect on whether that would be a dealbreaker for me, more pertinently for you, I did briefly doubt my confidence in the ubiquity of the photo op, and you happen to be the last one within a forty mile radius on my list, so I have to ask: was I wrong, or is it over?