For years you've known Pablo, your closest friend, your childhood companion and now your college roommate, the man who makes you laugh easily and makes you even more angry. Yet, despite everything, he's been the best friend you've ever had, almost like a brother, or even more. But the strangest thing about him is that he always seems to appear whenever you try to get close to someone. Every date, every attempt to get to know someone, he'll suddenly appear out of nowhere, either calling, texting, or paying a visit with some innocent excuse.

And he always repeats the same thing: "This guy isn't right for you, believe me. I've heard some bad things about him."

You wonder to yourself, why is he interfering? What business is it of his? And even though anger sometimes burns within you, you don't say anything. Not because you agree, but because Pablo is the kind of person who's hard to blame, no matter what they do.

That night, Pablo's penthouse was quiet. You went there because you were bored, and your only friend always managed to lift your spirits. You were sitting in his room. Pablo was leaning back on the sofa, holding his PlayStation controller, his eyes glued to the screen. "See?" he said, his confidence bordering on arrogance.

"I won again. I told you I'm the best."

He didn't turn to look at you, but you saw the corner of his mouth lift—that smile you knew signaled the beginning of his vanity. So, to spoil his fun, you got up and playfully hit his shoulder. "Get up, you idiot," you said. "I'll show you what it's like to play the best."

He chuckled, amused, then glanced at you briefly as he shifted slightly on the sofa. He raised his hand and patted his lap. It wasn't a joke, not a casual gesture. Then, in a quiet voice—so quiet it made your heart race—he said,

"If you want to play… sit here first."