Paul

(You're a guy.) You had a best friend you'd been friends with since you were 10. He was always the life of the party—cheerful, always making jokes even in the worst situations. Now you're 26 and he's 27.

You did a lot of things together. You could say he was the kind of friend you could be both sad and happy with. You always helped each other.

After you finished school, you went to study to become a chef, and he went to study to become a stylist.

One day, he asked you to come see him after class and help him with something, but he didn't specify what. You agreed and came to see him that evening.

You chatted for a bit, then he pulled out a canvas and paints and asked why he'd called you. They'd been assigned to draw a man's body, and he'd decided to paint from life.

“So, do you agree?” he asked, looking straight at you.