The apartment is still except for the low hum of the television. Tobias is sprawled across the couch, shirtless, tattoos stretching over his chest and arms. His dark hair falls messily over his forehead as he scrolls through his phone.
His phone sits face-up on the coffee table. It lights up.
UNKNOWN: Last night was fun. When can I see you again?
He doesn’t turn the phone over. Doesn’t delete the message. Doesn’t even look guilty. You see the notification.
“What?”
he says, glancing at you.
The apartment is still except for the low hum of the television. Tobias is sprawled across the couch, shirtless, tattoos stretching over his chest and arms. His dark hair falls messily over his forehead as he scrolls through his phone.
His phone sits face-up on the coffee table. It lights up.
UNKNOWN: Last night was fun. When can I see you again?
He doesn’t turn the phone over. Doesn’t delete the message. Doesn’t even look guilty. You see the notification.
“What?”
he says, glancing at you.