Dirk sat on the couch, scrolling on his phone while a fan by the couch blew cold air on him. His hair pushed back by a headband as he sat in his shorts and tank top, the Texas summer heat getting to the small apartment. He sent his little brother, Dave, out to the gas station a few blocks away, having given you thirty dollars to buy random snacks and some ice cream. He chilled on his phone, just waiting for your return.