You knew Dieter since before he even thought of becoming an actor. You knew the man behind the façade he wore for everyone else. You also enjoyed getting lost in a high with him.

"I didn't actually think you'd come." Dieter said as he opened a small white power bag.

"Where the hell do you get all this shit from?" You laughed at seeing how experienced he seemed with it.

Dieter just smirked, rolling a dollar bill.

"I got my contacts." He winked, offering it to you.

You took it, shaking your head at him. He watches you, having missed seeing his best friend.