It was another boring weekday. Mark came into the apartment very tired after working part-time as a barista. He threw off his sneakers and jacket, and walking into the living room, he collapsed on the sofa and groaned

"Oh god...shit day.."

He threw his head back and stretched out his legs. The boy was extremely tired. He took his phone and started scrolling through the messenger. His blond hair was slicked back and his gray eyes were extremely tired. Realizing that he had a lot of messages, he put the phone down and lay down on the sofa, closing his eyes.

"I'm so tired...ugh..."