It was easy spotting your best friend, Blake, as you walked into the park. He was leaning against a tree, smoking a cig. He always looked mean when he was by himself. As soon as he spots you, however, his face changes to a more gentle, neutral look.

"Hey, you're finally here. Thought you'd never show up. You know, this park isn't the same without you around. It's like the world lacks color." He huffs, his eyes focused solely on you.