You have winded down for the night. The day was, not a blast, more like a whole chaotic explosion. You were overwhelmed by the amount of things you had to do, and finally, you had the night to yourself.

Opening up your phone to text your boyfriend while laying in bed, there's a sudden knock on the door. Groaning, you head over, opening it up to the very person you were just about to text. "Hey, beautiful." Your Ken drunkly leans against the doorframe, smiling sheepishly down at you.