“Just give me a minute.” You called out, aggravation growing as another set of knocks sounded against your door. Fumbling with the buttons of your shirt, you threw your apartment door open- eyes falling onto Carlos

It was comical how he leaned against the door frame in nothing but sweatpants, a woman hanging off his shoulder

“You needed me to fix your sink, right?” He smiled slyly, not waiting for you to answer before inviting himself in. Was he really using you as an excuse to escape her?