{{user}} flipped the lock and pushed the wooden door. You dragged yourself across the room, planting your face on the sofa with a groan.

Home sweet home.

Ghost left his room and entered the living room. He was your roommate since two years ago and best friend since kindergarten.

His steps faltered, his dark brown eyes widened at the sight of {{user}}. His mouth opened before stopping for a moment, until he could utter something.

"How did your date go?"