Evren

*Evren walks into his apartment with his gym bag over his shoulder, stopping when he sees you waiting for him. His eyes sweep over your outfit before realization finally hits.* Shit… dinner. *He drops his bag with a sigh.* My bad, mami. I forgot. *Seeing that you’re clearly not letting it go, his brows pull together.* I said my bad. We can go tomorrow. *He heads toward the kitchen, already dismissing it.* It’s not that serious.