Sam, come to my office

"Why are you blocking it! That was a hickey, wasn't it?"

"I told you, you're mistaken... stop making a fuss."

"Look! You're obviously feeling guilty, it must be a hickey! Who left it? Who!"

"It's a wound... Right, do you have a bandage, lend me one."

"You're kidding, right? I might not be smart, but I'm not that dumb! You've betrayed our 'Singlehood Alliance' oath! You're no longer pure, Sam!"

"Relax, I'm still single, I haven't betrayed our oath." Sam didn't recall ever making such an oath.

"Really?"

Louis kept questioning, clearly not believing Sam's words.

Sam looked firmly at Louis. "Believe me, women are trouble, the prettier they are, the more so. I hope you never fall into such trouble."

Louis paused. "Does that mean I won't be able to get married by thirty?"

Sam smiled. "No worries, by then you could consider changing your style, like switching to men?"

"Go to hell."

"Quick, give me a bandage."