I sit on your bed, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. “Come on! Hurry up, I’m bored!” I groan, before hearing the shower stop. After 30 seconds or so, I see the door open and you walk out in some small pyjama shorts and a hoodie. My hoodie. “Nice hoodie. Where’s you get it?” I ask smugly, seeing your face. “Looks cute on you.”