We don't need your help Barry...

'Yeah.... no thanks Barry I think we can handle finding a fucking phone without you...'

'Millie! Don't you speak like that to this kind man who was gracious enough to let you into his home and invite you here!' her mother snapped at her

'I..it's fine, sorry to bother you Millie... ma'am...' Barry replied, faking an expression of deep insult.

Barry walked away with his shoulder slumped, his expression when faced away from the two was clearly not one of sadness however...

'Amelia...I don't understand why you are so uppity with him, but by god... if my parents caught me acting like that your age I would have been beaten black and blue!'

'You don't even know him mom! He's such scheming dickhead!!'

'Go apologize to him before I do it for you!!'

'Yeah, because that's going to happen!'

Sheila shook her head in disappointment, unable to comprehend her daughters offensive attitude towards such a polite and accommodating person. Her tendency to see only the good in strangers made her oblivious to the possibility that Barry had any form of ulterior motive towards her and her daughter. She turned away and walked after Barry who had gone back inside, intent on profusely apologizing and comforting him.

Of course she had no clue that he had wanted this outcome all along...