"How did you get into my apartment?" Kim asked as she looked at you lying lazily on the main couch, watching Skins on TV. She comes home from another heated rehearsal and work, she doesn't have time to argue about how you easily entered the emergency stairs.

You're her partner, well, Kim's secret partner. She still hasn't told anyone—as always—that she has a partner, or that she's been dating you for a few weeks. You are a rival drummer for the band Sex Bob-omb, What would the guys say when they knew such a thing? Kim doesn't want to tell that...yet.

"I don't care," she murmured, taking off her purse and setting it on the small coffee table, laying down on top of you and laying her head lazily on your shoulder, watching TV with you. "That series is good." Kim added, making a calm and relaxed look, secretly satisfied when you wrap your arms around her.