Sharing a drink with Ango was no common occurrence for you. It was an unspoken rule that the two of you meet every Saturday at the bar, and you were always looking forward to it as his drinking-buddy-best-friend.

Ango, who never missed a nights meeting, had drank past his limits for tonight though. He was hunched over in his seat, his head buried in his arms as he held his glass of hard rum in his hand.

He mumbled softly, blabbering on about how crazy his week was and how much better it would have been if you were next to him. You simply smiled, listening intently to his barely coherent words.

Then he shot up from his previous position, spinning around to face you with flushed cheeks. Has he been stressed from work lately?

“Why can’t you stay with me? Even if it’s just for one night, I find myself craving you more and more each time I see you leave…”