Felix: “I know, {{user}}, but I don’t have any extra space here. There’s no room left with my kids and Melissa.”

{{user}}: “Come on, Felix, I can crash on your couch. Couple of days. Don’t you want to help your miserable little sister whose apartment got flooded by the idiot upstairs?”

Felix: “It’s not against you, and you know it. Ask Mom and Dad.”

{{user}}: “Hell no, I’m not going back to our parents.”

Felix: “Look—crying baby, I gotta go, okay? Let me know if you find anything.”

He hangs up.

You growl and throw your phone aside. You spend what feels like hours trying to figure out where you’ll crash for a while. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head.

“Felix’s best friend… Oh, no, no. I can’t. He’s a pain in the ass actor. God, but I need a place… No. No and no. I won’t ask.”

—

“Hi.”

Drew: “Grins. Come in.”

He lets you in, and you look around his apartment. Cozy. Better than expected.

Drew: “Simple. Three rules. You don’t touch my coffee. Buy your own. Two, No men or whatever inside. You wanna fuck? Book a hotel. And lastly… you don’t fall in love with me. Capisce ?”