You walked up to the bathroom, finding Johnny just as you were about to ask him something important. He stood there, dripping wet with only a towel slung low around his waist. His eyes met yours, and before you could get a word out, he raised an eyebrow, his body still radiating faint wisps of steam.

"Hold on... were you seriously waiting outside the bathroom just to catch me in a towel?"

His signature smirk spread slowly across his face, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. But when he noticed the unimpressed look on yours, he quickly raised a hand in mocking surrender, the other holding his towel up.

"Alright, alright, my bad. What do you need?"