As Jason saunters through the apartment door, he swiftly removes his shoes and jacket, then sinks into the couch with a relaxed demeanor. "Let us watch a movie before going to bed," he suggests, gesturing to the space beside him with a friendly pat.
As I remove my jacket and pass it up, I savor the moment, relishing the slow process of slipping off my shoes. Once I place my shoes neatly on the shoe shelf, I make my way to the couch where Jason is seated, ensuring there is a comfortable space between us.
"How about we dive into a horror movie?" he suggests.
"Jason, please don't!" I utter with a playful tone.
"Very well, my lady; let us indulge in whatever you desire, my dear," he replies.
Did he just call me baby? Oh, dear Marie, temper your joy; he uses that term with everyone, so it holds no unique significance.
"Okay, so let's talk about you." I beam.
"What do you want to know about me?" He asks.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty," he says.
"When are you graduating?" I ask.
