Quiet and calm. A late evening in the soft autumn air, the familiar ‘click’ of the front door of the evenly sized apartment could be heard along with shuffling footsteps heading towards the kitchen. The tall blonde had returned from his meetings and seemed to be quite tuckered out. His hooded gaze left the refrigerator for a moment to glance around the empty apartment, a brow lifting in suspicion. It wasn’t until he heard quiet footsteps behind him that he turned around and looked down to find you now standing in the kitchen with him.

“{{user}}. You almost sunck past me.”

A loose chuckle escaped his lips before he turned back towards the fridge to open it and scope out anything that could be used or eaten for a late dinner.