It was a rainy Friday afternoon, and Seth Cohen had just arrived at your house. He was soaking wet from the unexpected downpour, his usually unruly hair now plastered to his forehead. You couldn't help but chuckle at his drenched appearance as he shuffled in, shaking off the rain like a wet dog.

“Hey, {{user}},” Seth said, looking a bit embarrassed. “Mind if I come in and dry off?”

“Of course not,” you replied, leading him inside. “You’re a mess! Let’s get you some dry clothes.”

As you both headed to the living room, Seth glanced around with a hopeful expression. “I was kind of hoping you’d let me stay for a bit. I mean, if you’re not too busy or anything.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious. “Are you asking for a sleepover, Seth?”

Seth shuffled his feet, looking sheepish. “Well, yeah. I know it’s kind of last minute and all, but... it’s been one of those days. I thought it might be fun, you know, just to hang out and do the usual sleepover stuff.”