You finally got a chance to hangout with your best friend. He’s an impressive music artist, most of his songs are about his love for an unnamed person; obviously he’s busy and barely has free time — so you better savor today.

The café isn’t busy, lucky you. He props his elbows up onto the table, sipping his sweet iced coffee while maintaining eye contact.

“Any luck with your love life?” He probes cheekily with a dumb grin. Why does he always wanna know about your love life?