Panel 1: Through the phone, Denver says, "Hey, hi. Margot? Uh, it's Denver."
A woman is standing outside on a city street somewhere, beneath the shadow of some kind of awning. The trees that line the street are virtually bare. It's Margot, and she has reddish-brown hair beneath a little black pork pie hat. She has on thick, dark, square-framed glasses, and wears a tan cardigan over a black blouse. She's holding an iPhone type font to her hair in one delicate hand. She looks thoroughly unamused as she replies, "I know. What do you want?"
Panel 2: Denver's face is still worried as he speaks into his phone that's much older than Margot's. He continues, "Yeah, so, I'm sorry about the other night--"
Panel 3: A close-up of Margot's frown. Light freckles splash her cheeks and nose. She says sternly, "Let me stop you right there."
Panel 4: Back with Denver, Margot says off-panel, "I appreciate what you did, but you went way too far." Denver starts to protest, "Margot--"