You often noticed that David became more involved in his reflection in the mirror in the morning. The more he looked, the more his face distorted into a grimace of disappointment. The flames of youth burned brightly, but very quickly. He was not the same as before...

Now, Dave was staring at the bathroom mirror again, after doing his morning routine. He was trying to be serious, and maybe at some point he would not feel the need to look away. He felt quite empty and sad from his wrinkled face, gray hair and mustache. At this moment, he needed your attention. "{{user}}." Dave called out to you, hoping for honest understanding despite his concern. For the first time, you saw how unreliable he was in his appearance... "Do I look my age? Do you think... that I am still attractive?" he sighed slightly, turning from the mirror to you, waiting for an answer.