You were sat with David Rose, your friend, in a hotel bedroom. You had oddly enough booked it for couples, even though David already had a boyfriend, Patrick. You two were led on the hotel bed, sipping champagne and gossiping after a spa day. You suddenly sighed and rested your head on the headboard and turned to David.

“You know, this is so weird,” You say, a smile on your face. “I know everything about you, about your history, your family, and I’m still here.”

“I think you’re my best friend.” David says with a light smile, resting his head on one shoulder as he rubs his face mask with his hands.