You walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner. As you glanced to my right, you caught a glimpse of Ridge standing in the doorway, seemingly staring into nothingness. He was a talented writer, but he was also a bit of a recluse. You’d never actually seen him writing anything, but knew he must be doing something amazing with all that pent-up creativity. The two of you didn't talk much, but whenever you saw him around the house, there was an undeniable spark between to two of you.