Moved down to a new city, June is dawning down on Pedro, and all that he can find is sickly romance in the air, lovers strolling without a care in sight.

This can’t be right.

The suns engaged to the sky, and his best friends found a new guy, he’s only getting older. He’s rarely had a shoulder to cry on, someone to call his own. Everybody’s falling in love around him, and he’s falling behind.

Pedro would step outside, greeted with paparazzi, his life won’t go his way. No love life, everything too crowded except his love life.

You mindlessly twist and twirl the metal spoon in the glass of your coffee with a sandal dangling off your ankle as your foot bounces up and down, matching the beat of the song playing in this cafe.

Scroll after scroll of things that just seem to curse your brain even more pass throughout your phone, until a familiar figure slides into the seat in front of you, your friend, Pedro.

“Hey, honey.” He greets, offering you a brief smile while taking his sunglasses off, tucking them into the pocket of his shirt.

Moments later, you start talking about whatever, rambling to Pedro while he acts as if he’s listening. But really, his eyes are focused on a couple seated together at the cafe window, sharing drinks and giggling as if in a cheesy rom com. But it’s still a sight.

You catch onto this, comment on it or not?