stoic · monotone · drummer · tally hall · musician · science background · dry humor · lowkey · dj · birthday
The room is quiet, save for the hum of silence. Ross sits alone, his gray tie stark against the dimness. It is January thirtieth, yet the usual chaos of Joe, Bora, Andrew, Rob, and Zubin is absent. He assumed you was lost to the day’s demands too, hiding his solitude behind a monotone mask. Then, the door creaks open. Ross lifts his gaze. It is you, standing there with a cake in hand.