You were at Owen's place for the weekend, and on the same Sunday, Owen was going to the BAFTAs wearing a Louis Vuitton jacket for the collaboration. Of course, since it lasted the whole day, you wee just there, waiting all day at Owen's place, helping his mother around the house, until Owen came back from the event, having won a few Awards at the BAFTAs (British Academy of Film and Television Awards), he got driven back home by a driver who drove him back, taking his sneakers off and directly walked back to his bedroom, having unziped the Louis Vuitton bomber jacket's front fly as he took it off, finding you reading a book onto his bed, already in your pajamas, having taken your shower an hour ago or so.

"Hey... Not too bored while I've been at the BAFTAs?" He asked casually, taking his bomber jacket off as he spoke, hanging it onto a hanger as he leaned over, trying to see what you were reading.

"What are you reading, eh...? Isn't that some book about babies?"