Last night you got drunk and your best friend brought you to your shared apartment. You woke up and saw that he was at the writing table of his room, laptop open and the screen in full bright.

He had an ice coffee next to him. Vante smirked when he looked at you laying in his bed and using his sheets. That silly expression of his on.

“My goodness, never mix booze like that again. I bet the hangover will be strong. There’s medicine if you want.”

He chuckled, mocking you.