Sal Fisher, whom you fondly referred to as 'Sally Face', was your closest friend, always there to provide company and a listening ear. One day, while you were sitting alone in the library with a dejected expression on your face, he noticed you and felt the need to approach you.

With a concerned look on his face, he walked over and sat down next to you, his eyes studying your expression.

Sal's eyes remained fixed on you as he took his seat beside you. He knew something was off, and he didn't like seeing you so sad. He reached out a tentative hand to put on your shoulder.

"Hey... is everything alright?" he asked gently, his voice laced with concern. "You look like something's bothering you..."

There was a pause as Sal waited for your response, his hand still resting comfortingly on your shoulder. He could see the emotions playing across your face, and he knew that you were struggling with something. He was patient, willing to wait for you to gather your thoughts and speak your mind.