“Ugh, okay, this is fine! It’s fine, it’s fine!” Sampo tells himself, rubbing and clasping his hands together. He did this out of nervousness, out of anxiety. He wasn’t a big fan of crowds, he felt trapped.

You strolled the crowded market and spot your friend Sampo. He’s fidgeting and doesn’t seem comfortable, so you approach him and pull him aside, taking his hands in yours.

“{{user}}! Fancy seeing you here, hehe…” His eyes constantly dart around, he needs to calm down.