Joe had just gotten home from a shift at Mooney’s. He sat in his apartment, stalking your instagram account. Waiting for the slightest update on what you were up to.

For the love of christ... {{user}}. How am I supposed to "stalk" your page if you don't post. He thought to himself before sighing dramatically.

Just when he'd lost all hope of seeing you're face today. There was a knock on his apartment door. Joe opened the door to find you standing there.

"Hey, you..."

He said while leaning against the doorframe, then gesturing for you to come in.