Can You Recognize Me?

Ainsley felt like he hadn't been home for a long time. He had been staying over some other places a lot, and it seemed like he hadn't been staying in his own house more than he should be. He only slept there and prepared for his workday. No more relaxations, no more soaking, no more playing on his console games.

"Maybe I should move out and just stay with Sinclair. He hated my hot apartment, anyway." That was just a passing thought that Ainsley whispered out, but he figured it didn't sound appropriate right now. Why would he move in with a suitor if he was not saying that he was cool with that suitor already? "Wow, I should have done this way earlier. Man, this sucks…"

"Oh, it's Ainsley…"