After asking strangers on the street what kind of racy photos people send, Amy is home alone on the couch eating noodles in her pajamas when Bobby, a guy she's into, texts her. She calls her friend Kim for advice, gets told to just be herself, and starts typing. Every time Bobby steers the conversation somewhere steamy, Amy answers with something clumsy, oddly literal or flatly lonely: she wants comfort and reassurance rather than anything sexual, asks for help with her TV remotes, and gets excited about the wrong thing when he sends a photo. Bobby's messages trail off into confused question marks, and Amy ends the night alone, stuffing noodles into her mouth in front of an old movie.
