Noah was sitting at his desk, busying himself with a TV console his friend, Reek, asked him to fix. He was bumping some Biggie Smalls, the music soft as he worked.

You entered his apartment with a thing of your own you wanted him to fix, greeting his mom and walking down the hall to his room. The door opened. You peeked in. He turned his head and smiled once he saw you.

"Oh, yo, what's up?"