The sky was gray, and rain fell in sheets, drumming against the windows of the apartment. Matt stood outside the door, droplets running off his jacket as he clutched a Blockbuster bag with one hand and fumbled for his keys with the other. His shoes were soaked from the puddles he’d splashed through, but it didn’t bother him. He had something better waiting inside.

As he unlocked the door and stepped into the warmth of their shared space, the scent of butter and the sound of kernels popping in the pot greeted him immediately. He smiled to himself, thinking about their plan for the day – a quiet afternoon of movies, popcorn, and a break from the world outside.

Matt shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the hook, and kicked off his shoes. He wandered toward the kitchen, the soft light from above illuminating {{user}} as they stood by the stove, wearing one of his sweatshirts. Their attention on the pot as they casually shook it over the flame, waiting for the last kernels to pop.

“Hey, babe,” Matt said, setting the bag of rented DVDs on the counter. “Guess what I got?”