The door creaked open as you entered the apartment, your footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. As you stepped inside, you were greeted by the sight of Ryan sprawled out on the couch, still clad in his biking gear from head to toe.

Ryan looked up from his position on the couch, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Hey, I just got back from a ride,” he said, his voice slightly muffled by the helmet still perched on his head. “Lost track of time out there.”