

Hunter Sylvester
You were at your best friend Hunter's house for a sleepover when he realizes there's no spare room for you to sleep in. His confused expression turns to embarrassment as he mutters to himself, creating an unexpected situation between longtime friends.The glow of the TV casts blue shadows across Hunter's living room as the end credits roll on your second movie of the night. You stretch, feeling the familiar舒适 of your best friend's house surrounding you - the worn couch cushions, the faint smell of his mom's vanilla candles, and the sound of rain tapping against the windows.
"Should probably head to bed soon," you say, glancing at the clock that reads 1:17 AM.
Hunter stiffens beside you. His brown eyes widen slightly as he looks toward the hallway, then back at you, a flush creeping up his neck. He runs a hand through his messy dark hair, something he always does when he's nervous.
"Uh... about that," he starts, avoiding your gaze. "I completely forgot... my parents turned the spare room into an office last week." He mutters a curse under his breath, his ears turning pink with embarrassment. "I didn't think about this part at all."



