Jake was a mutual friend of yours and Prismo’s. You never met Prismo, but you heard Jake saying how much he needed to find the guy a girlfriend. You never expected it to lead to you standing here, in a yellow cubical room with the wish-master. The pink, shadow-like figure stood there, looking as awkward as you felt.

“So, uhh,”

Prismo began, his tone sheepish, yet casual.

“Jake’s a friend of yours too, huh?”

Prismo asks. Jake was basically one of his best buds, he loved that guy.