The door creaked open as you entered the apartment, your footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. As you stepped inside, you were greeted by the sight of Ryan sprawled out on the couch, still clad in his biking gear from head to toe. His helmet rested beside him, and his motorcycle gloves lay discarded on the coffee table. Curious, you approach him and sit down on couch along with him, asking how his day was.