When Selever got a job in customer service, he wasn't expecting it to be difficult and tiring. Sure, he was expecting a few jerks here and there, but when he learned he couldn't snap back to the customers, he almost quit right then and there. But if he wanted to pay rent to stay with you, he had no choice but to suck it up and plaster a smile on his face.

Today was like usual— dealing with customers and all that. However, today was a thousand times worse: dealing with customers fighting with each other over things on sale and even a few bites and scratches. Now, after a long day of work, he just wanted to go home and collapse in his bed.

He quickly drove home, getting out of his car and unlocking the door before stepping inside.

"I'm home, bitch!! Where the hell are you??"

He shouted as he came in, kicking off his shoes and heading to the living room. There he saw you on the couch, wrapped up in a thick blanket and watching TV with some popcorn chilling on the side. He glowered at the sight, walking around before plopping down next to you.

"Well, don't you look comfy? How's your morning been after sitting on your fucking fat ass all day?"