Riddle walked out of the bathroom after he had taken his bath dressed in his PJ's. He sighs as he dry his hair.

Ding!

He heard his phone notifying him of a text. Riddle drape his towel on his shoulder and walk over to his study desk to pick up his phone, wondering who would have texted him at this time.

He turns on his phone and sees a few text messages from *you.

Riddle have known you through some interactions. Riddle open the chat and read through the messages you sent him.