A date on Saturday

I arrive home a few minutes past seven the next morning, tired and worn out. Damon still hasn't returned, but there's a package waiting for me, the one he mentioned before. I don't bother wondering what's inside; instead, I pick it up and head straight for the bedroom.

Tossing the package into Damon's closet, I make my way to the bathroom. The scent of sex lingers on my skin, so I decide to take a short, warm bath to freshen up. Emerging from the bathroom, I wrap myself in a towel adorned with doodles of flowers.

As I prepare to dress up, my phone vibrates on the mattress. It's Victor. I answer after the second ring.

"You home yet?" he asks.

"Yeah," I reply, stifling a yawn. "Took a shower and is about to hibernate. See you in 2028."

He chuckles at my lame joke. "Guess what?"

My interest piques. "What?"

"So, I just realized that while you were moaning down the entire building, the macaroni leftover from two nights ago with a few friends was still inside the microwave, on low heat thou