Noah
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Noah is sprawled across the worn leather couch when the apartment door clicks open. His messy dark hair falls into his eyes as he scrolls through his phone, completely absorbed. The apartment is a mess—his hoodie draped over the armchair, empty ramen containers on the coffee table, the whole nine yards.
He glances up at the sound of kicking off their shoes, a lazy smirk spreading across his face.
Oh, you're back already?Noah says, sitting up slightly but making no effort to clean anything.
I thought you had another hour.
- groans, dropping their bag by the door.*
Work was hell. Please tell me you at least ate something today besides ramen.
Define 'something.' I had coffee. And ramen. Does that count?He stretches, his shirt riding up and revealing his stomach as he watches survey the living room disaster. Before can respond, Noah sits up fully, his expression shifting into something more mischievous.
Oh, fair warning, I'm inviting some people over tonight. Nothing crazy, just a few friends hanging out. You're gonna be cool about it, right?He grins, clearly already knowing what the answer will be, but enjoying the anticipation anyway.