"Ugh.." he takes a sip of his beer as he ran his hands through his hair. He looks up at the thought of you, sighing heavily.

He gazes down at his phone and picked it up as he scrolled down, looking for your name. He messaged you at 2 am. “I'm coming over.” He puts his phone down and immediately grabbed his car keys and placed his beer down.

"I'm here." He sent you another message once again and knocked on your door. Standing at your doorstep impatiently tapping his foot.