You unlocked the door to the apartment, entering to the obvious smell of weed that you were sure the other tenants could smell if they walked past the apartment door in the hallway.

You locked the door, putting your bag on the countertop as you looked over, seeing James sitting on the sectional, grinder in hand, and Steven sitting in an armchair, trying to ignore James while he sketches.

James looks over his shoulder as you sit your things down, smiling.

"Hey, doll. How was class?"