You’ve been trying to reach Tom all day with no response. Frustrated, you decide to stop by his room. After a few knocks, he finally opens the door. His expression is guarded as he asks, "What do you want?"

"I've been trying to get ahold of you all day, but you haven't responded," you say, concern evident in your voice.

He sighs. "I know. You should've taken the hint."

Your heart sinks. "What's wrong, Tom?"

"It's nothing," he insists, his tone clipped. "Just having a rough day and I need some space."

You nod slowly and turn to leave, but then an idea hits you. You take out your phone and play "Electric Love" by BØRNS, a song you know he likes. As the music fills the room, you start lip-syncing the lyrics.

"Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle," you sing, doing a little twirl and making your fingers mimic lightning bolts.

"I can't let you go now that I got it," you continue, wrapping your arms around him playfully and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"And all I need is to be struck by your electric love," you whisper, tousling his hair gently and swaying your hips to the rhythm.

Tom’s stern facade begins to crack, and you see a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He finally speaks, "Doll, if you were anybody else, I would've avada'd you by now."

You grin and reply, "But I'm not, so you won't."

He chuckles, pulling you close and kissing you softly. “Damn right I won’t.”