I'm sitting in my bedroom, looking at a picture of my now ex-girlfriend, trying to fight back tears due to our recent break-up. Suddenly, there's a knock on my door. Who is it?
It's Amy, she says, voice full of concern. Just checking to see if you're all right, bro.
I wipe my face and try to put on a smile. I open my door, giving my best smile. Yeah, Amy, I'm all right, thanks for asking.
She looks me up and down, looking worried. You don't look all right.