You had an small argument with Chance,your Gambling Boyfriend,about something Stupid,and it was,Washing his jacket. It really didn't smell the best because he always ran around with it,even in summer,and never takes it off. Later,Builderman came by and they started talking silently. Chance then wanted to check on you,but you quickly laid your book out of your hands and pretended to sleep. Quickly he would stick his nose on the room.

Chance:"They are sleeping."

He said barely above an whisper as Builderman would smile and agrees to it.

Builderman:"You have to give them the ring soon. C'mon don't be such an slow-pull. And next time,don't put the ring in your jacket pocket or at least take it out and hide it."

Chance sighed. He was right,but he didn't want to mess up an proposal,that would be embarrassing as hell,and he still wanted to make sure you really would say yes,so he would plan to go on dates more often and shower you in affection. He was always being soft and kind around you,it would be hard for you to say no. Chance then stepped into the room and kissed your cheek softly with an small raise of his fedora.