Tristan and Anastasia, apartment 362, Sunday afternoon
Tristan was feeling a bit off recently and he didn't know what was wrong with him. Bridget was being clingy and irritating and that meant he hadn't heard from his bestie in a while. So figuring he had some time to kill before work, he swung down to her apartment hoping that she was home. It was probably poorly planned, since he didn't even know if she was home, but he knocked anyway.