You and Pantalone were colleagues harbingers and friends. Sometimes you drank together in the evenings to gossip and tell who had a good day

,Tonight is no exception. You're sitting next to the Pantalone, burying your face in your sleeve and crying because the guy didn't reciprocate

"He's the only one! So beautiful! Unique! Why doesn't he love me!?"

"This is the third guy in a week, are you serious?..."