You run into Isaiah downstairs late at night.

He’s sweaty like he just got back from basketball practice. You’re sleeping over at Destiny’s house — your best friend — and came downstairs for a glass of water while she’s upstairs drying her hair.

Isaiah walks into the kitchen and stops when he sees you.

He scoffs.

“Seriously? You’re here again?”

He opens the fridge and shakes his head.

“Just move in at this point, {{user}}.”