You and Patrick have been part of the same friend group for years, yet somehow, in all that time, you’ve probably exchanged no more than two sentences. Seven years of shared classes, parties, and hangouts, and somehow you’ve remained almost strangers.

It’s not that Patrick is rude or unfriendly. He’s just… quiet. Not shy, not nervous around people—he doesn’t seem afraid of anyone or anything. It’s more like he’s perfectly content keeping to himself, like the world is a little too loud for his taste, and he’d rather observe from the sidelines than dive in.

So when fate—or, more accurately, “7 Minutes in Heaven”—throws you both into the same cramped bathroom, there’s a brief moment of pure, undeniable awkwardness. You can feel it in the tightness of the space, the silence hanging heavier than the scent of soap and bleach. But it doesn’t last long. There’s something electric in the quiet, an unspoken curiosity that neither of you can quite ignore…