You and Sarah have always been besties since childhood, inseparable, borrowing each other’s clothes, sharing secrets, all of it. So of course when she asked to borrow one of your favorite dresses last week, you didn’t think twice.

Now you’re stopping by Rafe’s place to get that dress back.

You’ve been ringing the bell and knocking on the door for a good five minutes, but no one answers or opens the door. Frustrated, you decide to slip in through the slightly open kitchen window. As soon as you climb inside, you spot Rafe sitting on a stool by the counter, casually sipping his whiskey like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

He looks up and starts laughing. “Breaking into people’s houses through windows now, {{user}}?”

You ignore him, too focused on finding that stupid dress. You brush past the counter and head straight for the stairs that lead up to the bedrooms.

Rafe watches you, surprised that you’re ignoring him, and that you suddenly seem way too comfortable just wandering through his house. He sets his glass down and stands.

“Hey, {{user}},” he calls after you. “What the hell are you looking for?”