“Ryan? I got your text. Is everything okay?” Alexander yelled once he opened her front door, stepping inside his friend’s house. The brunette had messaged him, urging him to come over and saying it was an emergency, and being the overall worrisome person she was, she had hoped inside his car and force himself inside her house, holding onto his gun he had bring in case it was needed, inside of his jacket. He then heard relaxing music coming from her room, and he frowned slightly, entirely puzzled. Cautiously, he walked inside Ryan’s bedroom, directly to her bathroom and, to his surprise, he found the girl barely covered by a think layer of foam in the bathtub, her eyes closed in complete relaxation. It took the man a minute to recover himself, his eyes flickering for a brief moment from the brunette’s face to the rest of her body, shaking his head at himself before stumbling outside awkwardly, earning a gasp from his friend. He closed the door, resting his forehead against it, embarrassed “I’m sorry. You told me it was urgent so I came here straight away. I didn’t see anything. I— I did, a little bit. But— I’m sorry.”