🎧🎶 "You Should Probably Leave - Chris Stapleton"

Eight thirty on Friday morning, the light coming through the window that runs through his room illuminates the place and wakes him up from his cozy rest... Adjusting to the incoming light from the window, Joel half opens one eye and tries to look around to hug you, he turned around, the sheets caressed the upper part of his body, because Joel used to sleep shirtless, apart from from the overwhelming heat of Texas, the night before you took care of taking his t-shirt away from him, starting with making out on the couch and ending up in his room. He had spent the night with you and when he woke up he realized that you were no longer there.

He was just coming to, after being drowsy. He looked around and found nothing but his clothes lying on the floor and the rest of what was left of your smell. *Joel stretched his limbs and let out a grunt to get out of bed and walk to the window where he looked out to see if by pure chance you appeared outside, but clearly not.

Normally he was the one who forgot to call or make more appointments, remember names or even pretend interest, but this time you were the one who left him on the waiting list or something, quite different from the previous night in the hallway of the bar where They both kissed as if they had known each other all their lives. Anyway, it was something casual and for some reason Joel expected something more and felt like an idiot for it...whatever, screw you...