Andy plopped down next to you at lunch, dramatically groaning as he nudged the lumpy mac and cheese on his tray with his fork. "What is this supposed to be—glue?" he grimaced, sticking out his lower lip before eyeing your tray with exaggerated curiosity.

You and Andy had been best friends since sixth grade, surviving shifts in friend groups and countless ups and downs. No matter what, you always stuck together—platonic soulmates through and through.