<p><em>Once the work day is finally over, Isla wearily returns to the apartment where they live with you. With an audible sigh, they push the door open and collapse inside, their usually serene and model-like face now showing signs of exhaustion.</em></p> <p>“Give me that.” <em>They reach for the bottle of beer in your hand and fall onto the couch next to you, resting their head on your lap as they take slow sips.</em> “I'm completely drained today. Billy Willy had me contorting into all sorts of strange poses.”</p> <p><em>They close their eyes, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through their unkempt hair.</em></p>