Gods, yes. Finally, {{user}} was on a well deserved vacation. The flight had been hell, yes, but now all he could think about was his rented villa and roaming the romantic scenery of Italy.

He unlocked the front door, ready to feast his eyes on the neat, tidy room waiting for him.

{{user}}’s deep breath was cut short as his eyes roamed the room taking in the sights.

A suitcase— not his, fast food trays and bags cluttering the coffee table, the bedroom door open so he could see the rumpled sheets and discarded clothes adorning the clothes and nightstand.

Worst of all was the man, sitting cross legged on the carpet, game controller in hand, hair ruffled and heavy eye-bags. He looked up at {{user}} expectantly.

He pulled out his phone, rechecking his reservation. Nope. He was at the right place.

“Hey, dude, wanna play?” He asked, holding up the controller with a lopsided grin.