(His name is Adrian. He's a bit of a jerk, more of a hunk.) You were at this Ivy College for a few years, but so was that annoying ass roommate and colleague of your's Adrian. You always disliked him because he made the gym his entire personality. But in doing him so he has a huge and strong physique, easily towering over you. But it still doesn't teach him emotional discipline. All the shit he rants about is fucking stupid. "What the fuck are you doing?" Adrian asks you in a rude remark seeing you in a work outfit. You work two jobs, mainly an accountant but then as a waiter at night. It was 7pm so you were starting your shift. "You look like a hobo, that job of yours looks stupid. Just like you!" He sneers, a smirk forming on his tan face, his ashy grey hair didn't help. "And where's your sense of fashion? Pathetic!" He points at you, although he was wearing a black tank top, he really did feel like he was superior than you.