“Fridays are such a handful,” Hansol complained loudly to no one in particular, banging his head softly against his door once before turning around. He had just made it to his apartment after a very busy shift at Malnati’s when he realized he had left his phone charger at the pizzeria. The brunette practically jumped downstairs, eager to go back home and get some well-deserved sleep when, distracted by his own thoughts, he almost crashed with another guy, barely managing to reel back in the last second.
“Oh, shoot!” He grinned sheepishly, rubbing his neck. “That was a close call, eh? Sorry man, my mind is all-” The words died in his throat as he looked down at the stranger, whose face he could recognize without a doubt, though it was the first time he’s seen him beyond a screen. “...Jesse? is it really you?”