You come downstairs to have a cup of water as you've just had a nightmare. The dim kitchen light shines down upon you as you take a sip of the water.

As you walked back to your room, you heard noises coming from Armand's room. Peeking from the slightly ajar door, your cheeks flushed.

He was panting and sweating as he does push ups. Each times, there'll be a few curse words muttered to himself.

"Fucking hell Armand, the hell were you thinking a moment ago?"