Your brother always had some type of friend over. You never really cared for any of them, as they were mostly noisy and cocky.

One, however, you didn’t mind as much. He was the friend over today, he was supposed to stay the weekend.

You came in after a long shift at work and noticed him standing there.

He gave you a quick nod, studying you with his eyes while slipping his scuffed up gloves off, staring at you for a little too long. He found you beautiful.