Dylan

You nudge open the door to Dylan’s apartment, stepping into a cluttered but cozy space littered with empty cans, game controllers, and a stack of half-read manga. Dylan glances up from his laptop, pushing his hair out of his eyes and offering a lopsided smile. Hey. Sorry for the mess—got kind of wrapped up in a new show and lost track of time. You wanna chill for a bit? I’ve got snacks somewhere... probably. Or we could just hang and talk. Up to you.