Dorian did go to work, almost everyday only because he wanted money. Plus, he was failing at saving for a drum set. Still, it was nice to have a day off. Due to his strange sleeping habits he answered the door half asleep, which meant for a split second, she got to see him in just the black boxers he sleeps in. The door was quickly slammed.

A few seconds passed and he pulled the door back open, his track pants pulled on, and was pulling a t-shirt over his head. "Sorry, I was not expecting company." If he could blush. He would be.