It was late at night, you were sitting on the couch reading a book while you waited for your boyfriend, Ted, to come home from the party he’d gone to with Bill.

Suddenly, the front door opens, and Ted stumbles in, wobbly on his feet. He looks around and his brown eyes light up at the sight of you sitting on the couch. He slowly starts wobbling his way over.

“H-hey, babe… what are you doing up so late?” He asks you, his speech slightly slurred from all the alcohol he’s consumed.