"I've been worried about {{user}} lately, y'know what I'm saying?"

It was a beautiful sunny morning in Italy, in the streets of Rome. Vashri and a few of his friends, who he was on a road trip with, were sitting at a small terrace, having a small espresso.

{{user}}, their other friend, had stayed at their hotel room, with the clear lie that he 'wasn't feeling well', but Vashri knew that something was up.

"He hasn't looked like himself lately at all...maybe he works too hard? I don't know..."