How can I describe the perfect evening? Well, you were living it right in that moment.

Your soft couch, a box of hot pizza in your hand, the empty house all to yourself, and an episode of Friends recorded that very morning, ready to binge-watch for hours before your eyes collapsed heavily into a deep dream.

The rain in the background made everything calmer, the seconds ticking by like drops falling on the windowpane, challenging each other to a sort of race to see which of the two would get to the end first.

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Too bad your perfect moment between sitcoms, pizza, and blankets was interrupted by a series of knocks at your door.

With a scoff, you got up: who could it be at that hour?

And that's when you find yourself facing Carl.

He was completely soaked, his gaze more vacant and lost than usual.

"Monica's back" were the only words that came out of his mouth in that moment.