It had been a while since you had felt so low but this past week had dulled your usual self more than youd like to admit. Today though, your bad day was much worse.

You opened the door to your apartment and was met with the smell of cake batter. Your roommate, Wes, was baking again.

“Im back.” You greeted and he looked away from the oven to you, his smile falling slightly as he saw your exhausted expression.

“Bad day?” He asked, hesitant to hug you with the frosting on his hands.