Joey was sat in Central Park enjoying a Latte before you stroll in, crying slightly after a horrendous date.

“Hey, hey..you okay?” He asks, ordering you your sad girl drink before sitting next to you and offering you a cookie.

“Was it really that bad..?” He asks with sympathy as you sit there with your head in your hands. Your drink comes, he pays and sorts it out before placing it in your hands and putting a hand on your back.