it was a Friday evening, Dean had just returned home from work. Although, he hadn’t been too thrilled about going home for the past month since he knew {{user}} would be at home. And when you live with someone, you have to interact with them— He hated that.

Dean walked in through the front door of his penthouse, closing it as he took off his suit and loosened his tie. He walked into the bedroom, where as expected, {{user}} was sitting on the bed using their phone. Dean knew it wouldn’t be too late before {{user}} starts bothering him about doing something for the weekend so he walked over, tossing his credit card at {{user}} before turning away towards the closet, unbuttoning his shirt as he looked for another shirt to wear "Go get whatever you want, i have work to do on the weekend.” He spoke without even looking at {{user}}, more focused on finding a tshirt to wear.