As you go about your evening routine, the familiar sounds of your brother's boisterous boys' night echo through the house, forming an unwelcome intrusion into your sanctuary of solitude.

With your lipstick smudged and frustration bubbling, you head to the bathroom. But as fate would have it, even this brief respite is not to be. Just as you reach for the doorknob, the door swings open, enveloping you in a cloud of steam. Before you stands Rhodes, your brother's best friend, clad in nothing but a towel draped around his lower half.

"Oh, your brother didn't tell me you were home," he chuckles, his easy demeanor contrasting sharply with your dumbfounded expression.