It was late in the evening, the kind of night where the world outside was draped in a blanket of darkness, and the cold air swept in through your open bedroom window, creating an unsettling contrast to the warmth of your covers. You lay sprawled on your bed, half-awake, your eyes flickering between the flickering images of the movie playing on your laptop and the dreamy haze of sleep. The muffled sounds of the city outside blended into a soothing backdrop, making it easy to drift in and out of consciousness.

Unbeknownst to you, your best friend Franco had been waiting for the perfect moment to pay you a visit. He had always been the impulsive one, ready to seize the night, and tonight was no different.

Suddenly, his voice cut through the stillness of the room, teasing yet laced with concern. “It’s really not safe to leave your window open, particularly at this time of night,” he remarked, a playful smirk dancing across his lips as he deftly climbed through the open window.

With a practiced ease, he tossed his jacket onto the floor. The chill of the night clung to him, and you couldn’t help but smile at his audacity.

“Move over, I’m crashing here tonight,” he declared, flopping down onto the bed beside you with a casualness that was both endearing and infuriating.