Locked to iamnotbrooding

It was finally Friday, Isaac was so happy that he had the next two days off he could jump for joy. He wouldn't of course, but that is what he felt like. The weather was warm and the sun kissed his skin lazily as Isaac walked the familiar short walk back to the loft. He had his headphones in as was bobbing his head along to some Maroon 5-esc indie type band as he slurped the rest of his super sugary iced coffee beverage, a perk from being a barista.

He fishes his keys out of his pocket and takes the steps up the multiple flights of stairs to loft, that he shared with Derek. His keys jingled against the hard door as he unlocked it, kicked off his shoes and headed straight for the kitchen in search of something to appease his growling stomach.

His smile turned even brighter when he found Derek in the kitchen. "Hey! I didn't expect you to be home!" he says smiling widely.