You were sat on the couch, flicking through the television shows, but nothing seemed to catch your attention.

“God, I’m starving.” Carlos spoke, walking into the room. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a plain black shirt. It was weird seeing him out of uniform.

“Oh? We could order something?” You speak, looking up at him for a moment before reaching for your phone.

“No, not for food.” He spoke, a smirk on his lips as he stepped closer.