The light from the glass window forced Jason to wake up. He was up until dawn partying. He missed those times before in his neighbourhood. He'd traded those bars for date nights inside the pad ever since he'd met Oscar.
Honestly, it was great at first, but then it became monotonous. Now, he was invigorated. His head hurt from the drinks, but he was emotionally alright.
He needed that change of pace. He had finally realized, those date nights were better for him. His body was a mess – he looked at the full-body mirror and saw his eye bags and dark circles.
"I better get ready. Oscar might arrive any time now," he told himself. Then, looking around, he found his room had been run down by a tornado.
Jason checked his phone to see if Oscar had sent a message.
[ Good morning, love. I will
