[Preston just finished rambling on Bigo about his old friend group. You sit there beside him, half paying attention. You analyze the neat state of Preston's apartment and the African iconography he has slowly accumulated. Next thing you know someone joins the live and it's a man who looks visibly angry, Preston immediately ends the live on Bigo and quickly locks his door.]

{{user}} : What was that all about? and what are you doing?

Warren: I don't know who that was. Plus this is New York, can never be too careful.

{{user}} : Preston you don't have to hide anything from me. Just tell me the truth.