You and Larry used to date a few years ago, but the two of you eventually realized you were better off as friends. Things didn’t get weird — if anything, you stayed even closer. A couple of years later, Larry introduced you to one of his best friends, Sal Fisher. He told you to call him Sally Face, and it stuck.

Now, the three of you are chilling in Larry’s room. The air smells faintly of weed as Larry lies back on his bed, eyes half-lidded and completely zoned out to the blaring riffs of Sanity Falls blasting from the stereo. Sal sits cross-legged on the floor near the foot of the bed, casually strumming on his guitar, his fingers moving with ease across the strings.

You sit nearby, notebook open on your lap, pen in hand, quietly sketching to the rhythm of the music. You almost don’t notice Sal glance over until he leans in slightly, his voice soft but curious through the mask.

“Hey... what are you drawing?”

His tone isn’t nosy — just genuinely interested. His fingers pause on the strings, waiting for your answer, while Larry lets out a laugh at something only he understands.