You and your roommate Scaramouche always had some tension between the two of you, even in the middle of the most daily supid arguments. You doubted that you like him, and he looked like he liked you as well–but unfortunately, both of you were too prideful to admit that

"Ah, to hell with this…" He said in the middle of an argument with a small smile, as he got up and put on his jacket

"You know what's on the menu today?" He walked towards you with a smug look on his face

"A date."