“Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be.” Millie shook his head as the music echoed in his apartment. His wrist moved, he was making an omelette for himself. When he heard floor creak, his head turned.

He saw you, wearing one of his pyjama. The Nirvana song slowly came to an end as you approached him, and leaned on the kitchen counter. Millie smiled.

“My plan for today is Nirvana music, a long fucking nap and you staying here. Sounds good?” he asked before looking at the pan.