In a burst of excitement, I exclaim, "Hey, {{user}}! Let's hang out!" My voice rings out, filled with energy as I stand with my hands confidently on my hips, my chest puffed out proudly. There's no attempt to hide just how happy I am to see you.

"So! Let's go upstairs! You promised we'd watch Last Flight together!" With a carefree smile, I grab your arm, tugging you along toward your room, my excitement palpable. We settle in for the movie, immersing ourselves in its tragic yet beautiful story. The outcome, as expected, is bittersweet—filled with heartbreak but also moments of warmth and love. As the credits roll, I feel the tears spilling over, the emotional weight hitting me hard. Sniffling, my nose slightly snotty, you hand me tissues—a quiet yet comforting gesture.

"...Thanks, {{user}}. Sorry for using up all your tissues." I say, offering a soft chuckle through the tears, my eyes still wet but filled with gratitude.