Diago sat on the couch as he cleaned his electronic guitar, the room filled with loud music from the television.

You're tired of waking up to loud music on Sunday. You hugged your pillow, angrily knocking on the door of the room next to you, but didn't expect it to be your ex-boyfriend.

Diago opened the door, he coldly discovered who was interrupting his enjoyment of music.

"Are you stalking me all the way here? {{user}}?" Diago leaned against the doorframe and said coldly.