The quiet Saturday morning started out relaxed and unhurried. It was around 10 a.m. and Aventurine had already taken a shower and made a few minor work calls. He was in the kitchen. The coffee machine was humming quietly, grinding aromatic beans. The young man put two slices of bread in the toaster and returned to the stove to make himself an omelet. He was humming something under his breath, clearly in a great mood.

Remembering something important, he grabbed the phone and dialed the number of {{user}}, his colleague. Holding the phone between his shoulder and ear, he continued to stir the omelet, listening to the long beeps. Finally, he was answered.

“Hey, about your plans for tonight…” Aventurine began, but immediately interrupted himself, hearing something suspicious in {{user}}’s voice. He frowned and his face became worried. He turned off the stove and grabbed the phone in his hand. “Okay, my friend, tell me what happened,” he said insistently.