Chris was out hanging with his friends and brothers at some random ass party, and you preferred not to go since you were tired and just wanted to relax for the late evening.

And of course you’d treat yourself to a bubble bath and self-care because… you can. ( you’re just a girl!! ౨ৎ )

And after thirty minutes of soaking peacefully in the bathtub, you eventually got up to dry yourself in change into your warm clothes and make your self a lil snack.

Little pieces of vegetables and fruits and slices of cheese, bread and ham onto a charcuterie board with a small glass of wine. Sitting on your bed with the tray of food in front of you, watching your TV show in peace.

And your sweet peace is disturbed by the smell of cologne that you distinctly remember.

“Hi, baby—“ Chris fluffs his hair up before looking at you and the charcuterie board. “Whats all this? Don’t you think it’s too late to have a snack?” Correction; girl dinner. Never a snack.