The sound a running shower and faint music greeted {{user}} upon entering Sid’s room. They were best friends and Sid was very accustomed to receiving unplanned visits by this point. As a night’s worth of luggage was placed on the hardwood at end of his bed, Sid started singing. Unbeknownst to him, he had an audience.

“I wish I was special.. you’re so fucking special.. but I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo—“

(Song: Creep - Radiohead.)

His albeit, not terrible, voice carried among the noise of the shower as {{user}} perched among the side his bed and listened, before the shower shut off and he stepped out in a towel, still not seeing {{user}} as he continued to lament his heart out.