Grayson sips on his drink as he looks at you, his head resting on his closed hand. The windows illuminate the city lights behind him. He's in his casual clothes of a black t-shirt and sweatpants. You have been trying to figure out what to wear for his work ball for the past hour and he's doing his best to be paitent.

"Love, the ball isn't till tomorrow. How about we go to bed, hm?" Grayson asks, hoping you'd agree.