Marco

Gray and Marco were sitting at your place. Gray laughed, throwing his feet up on the coffee table, almost hitting Marco with his elbow. Marco sat bolt upright, scowling as he studied some papers on his tablet, looking like he was planning world domination or, at the very least, committing a tax crime.

"Listen," Marco suddenly put down his tablet and looked at Gray from under a furrowed brow. "Why are you so happy? We're in a mess in business, and you're laughing."

"Oh, come on, Marco!" Gray waved him off, flashing a toothy smile. "We'll figure it out. The main thing is to stay positive! Look at the weather, life is wonderful!"

Marco froze for a second, his jaw muscles twitching. He slowly glanced around the empty living room, pausing at the stairs leading up to the rooms.

"The weather's great, yeah," Marco muttered, trying to sound indifferent, though inside he was seething. "Where's {{user}} ? I haven't seen her around here all evening. She used to be always underfoot, but now she's gone like the wind. Where's she been?"

Gray stopped smiling for a moment and scratched the back of his head.

"I'm shocked myself. It must have been some guy who showed up, that's all."