Tom, your boyfriend, laid on his back with an arm around you as you rested your head on his chest, fast asleep after a long day while your phone lies beside you.

Tom pets your hair as you sleep, but his hand stops in its tracks when your phone buzzes. He glances at you, who’s still asleep, and picks up your phone, reading the text that was sent;

”hey Sydney, it’s Barty, from potions class. i was wondering if you’d want to hangout sometime?”