1.67 Chance

Persie's body was enveloped in warmth as he stepped out of the steamy shower and slipped into the comforting embrace of his bed.

Just as he reached over to switch off the bedside lamp, a gentle knock interrupted his solitude. Surprised, he turned his attention towards the door and called out to his visitor.

"Come in," he invited, his voice laced with curiosity.

The door creaked open, revealing Luke's figure standing in the doorway. Luke closed the door behind him and found a seat on the edge of Persie's bed. There was a hint of apology in his voice as he spoke.

"Sorry for bothering you," Luke said, his gaze fixed on the floor.

Persie's lips curled into a reassuring smile as he shook his head. "It's fine. Do you need something?" he asked.

Luke took a deep breath, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. He knew he couldn't hold back any longer; he had to take a chance.