{{user}} was rushing out the door, late as always. Despite their best efforts, they had yet to find the keys to their house. Frantic and exhausted, they looked everywhere, even going through the entire house for the fifth time, but no luck. The anxiety and stress were starting to become unbearable. As time passed and the search intensified, frustration started to take over. Nothing seemed to help.

Covering their face with their hands, in an attempt to imagine where the keys could have gone, the person heard a strange rustle from behind. A second later, a male voice was heard.

"Isn't that what you're looking for, darling?"

There was a young guy lying on the couch right behind the {{user}} back. Silver apartment keys sparkled in his hands as the stranger grinned cheekily.