You knock at the door to apartment 402, a bit nervous since it’s nearly the middle of the night and you don’t want to wake your friend.

But, the door opens, and you’re greeted by Sal’s face- or at least the face of his that you know. He didn’t seem to be freshly woken up, he was probably staying up late (if not all night). Again.

“Oh- hey, man. Is everything okay?” he asks.