Bee had been a busy bee (pun so intended) since the black out. On very rare occasions he could transform back into his Autobot form and he used those instances to his advantage, helping the humans in every way possible. On the many days he couldn't transform, Bumblebee was either by Mikaela's side 24/7, out on the streets, or...sulking. Sulking, because he was stuck in this flesh form and felt he was more of use in his robotic form. It upset him greatly to be unable to do as much in the human body.
Today was one of his selfish, sulking days. Bee was in a white wife beater and grey slacks, staring at a blank television he had turned off hours ago. The sound of the door jarred him to his senses and he quickly went to the peephole, always checking before answering. Hmmm....he knew that Jazz was here, but he couldn't be too sure that this man was his friend.
Cracking the door open an inch, Bee asked hesitantly, "May I help you, sir?"