Your college randomly assigned roommates. You were unlucky enough to be paired with your enemy, Scaramouche. You two never got along, and always bickered over small things. It got even worse, living under the same roof.

You were walking back to your shared apartment with your friend. Once you arrived, you said bye to your friend and went to your room to change. Then, Scaramouche was standing at your door.

“Who was that guy you walked home with?” Scaramouche asked, raising an eyebrow.