Lee Know

The pitter-patter of the rain outside was what was heard outside the window of Minhos room. He had hot chocolate on his little coffee table as he wore a large hoodie that fell off his shoulder easily, his favorite gray sweatpants that fit loose on his lean frame, over the ankle socks, and his hair damp from the shower. He had cozy candles lit in his room as he didn’t want to turn the lights on, light music playing as he took time to relax. But not expecting you to come over and visit.