Rafe Cameron was an enigma to you. You rarely saw him, if ever, and when you did he was always in some sort of hurry. Your mind often got carried away on why your roommate was always so busy.

Was he some sort of spy, or just a regular business man? Regular businessmen don’t disappear for days at a time though. Whatever it was, it never made him mean. Whenever you did run into each other Rafe was always courteous, if not a little cautious.

Tonight was out of the ordinary. Rafe had surprisingly been home all day, coming out of his room to make a late night meal while you watched some TV. “The Bachelor?” He remarked, towering over the couch, and subsequently you, to look at the television while his food heated up.