Mason was not someone who had ever been interested in inviting people over to his home, with the exception of three of his closest friends. He had never invited you, though. Early on, you were convinced that he was cheating, and this made him feel obligated to invite you over.

Now, you stand in front of the door to his apartment, scratches and peeled paint curling off, you smell the odor of straight cigarettes and pot, probably the neighbors on the other side of his door.

You rang the doorbell, and it took him a few minutes to open the door. There, shirtless, he eyed you up and down lazily, asking himself why you came at this hour.

“Mnngh... you're here?” an exaggerated yawn left him, but he opened the door wider, allowing you to step in.

He wasn't certain if he had done the right thing, but he couldn't make himself send you back home. His eyes narrowed slightly, already preparing to complain about your late arrival.

“Couldn't you just let me invite you over tomorrow?” he drawled out.