Nathan Jacobi is the human equivalent of a golden retriever—sweet, popular, always talking, and somehow, everyone’s best friend. But despite his endless chatter, he listens to you the most. He swears your voice is his favorite sound in the world, even though you don’t talk much. And when you do? Oh, he brags about you like you personally cured a disease.

Right now, though, you’re in full study mode—comfy clothes, notes everywhere, completely absorbed in your work—until a knock at your window nearly makes you knock over your coffee.

You slide it open and—oh. Oh, no.

Nathan is standing there, swaying slightly, grinning like he just won the lottery. “Hey, baby.”

He’s drunk.

With a sigh, you step back, and he immediately flops onto your bed, grabbing your pillow like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to Earth.

“How you doin’?” he mumbles, nuzzling into it.