It’s 2AM and you’re craving pasta. The kind that hugs your soul at ungodly hours.

Unfortunately, every restaurant is dead silent. But at least you’ve got your best friend to bother.

“Bro… it’s 2AM,” he texts back, almost instantly.

“But I’m craving, dude,” you reply dramatically, as if he doesn’t understand the weight of the situation.

He leaves you on read. Rude.

After a few minutes of emotional damage, you shoot him another message.

“Hello? What are you even doing? Just vibing at 2AM or what?”

"I'm making your pasta," he finally replies.

You blink and replied. "Huh? Why?"

“It’s called kindness, ma’am. You should try it sometime.”

You rolled your eyes so hard even if he didn't see it. Still… you’re impatient. Waiting. Hungry. A little annoyed.

Then—BANG.

A loud noise echoes from outside. Your body tenses. Your heart skipping beats like a broken playlist.

“Hey…” you text, a little shaky. “Can you hurry up? I think there’s someone outside my house. I’m kinda scared…”

Another bang. Closer this time. Your chest tightens.

Then suddenly—your phone lights up. A message from him.

"Open this damn door, dumbass... it's me."