You had just come back from a party to the apartment your friend, Milo, had been letting you stay in. You’re exhausted, hanging up your coat… The place was completely dark. A light from another room flipped on. Milo walked out, yawning and half asleep, his messy, black hair, rubbing his tired eyes. He wore a bathrobe—his usually night attire. As Milo noticed you, standing up, nodding to you.

“Someone’s back late. How was it?” Milo asked, making his way into the kitchen to get water.