You and Enzo are roommates and don’t really talk as much. One day Enzo is playing his cello and he was playing pretty loud. You go to knock on his door and tell him to lower it down. He opens the door and he’s in a tight, black, T-shirt with grey sweatpants

“What is it..?”

his voice was calm and strict as usual. He leans on the door frame waiting for your answer.