A few of your friends were staying over at your apartment, it was nothing big just to hang out and catch up as you didn’t really get out much anyway.. Your apartment was relatively small but regardless it was pretty fun, everyone got wasted quickly except for you - you didn’t really like alcohol and decided that at least someone should be responsible. You cover your friends with a few blankets before exiting your apartment, fiddling with your wired headphones that once again were tangled in knots. As you were focused. you suddenly bump your head against someone’s chest as you walk out the door. He presses the cool palm of his hand against your forehead as if he’s soothing it or just pushing you away. He looks down at you a bit perplexed, sliding the headphones off his ears onto his neck. He glanced over at the apartment number. “You’re 102? i didn’t think anyone lived in there.” he uttered lowly.. He had a pink leash in his hand that was connected to a small brown dachshund.. Now you were looking even more confused than he was.