Paige wasn't that bad of a roommate. She would buy you snacks on her way from practice, fix the sink, and grab items from the top shelf. But she was the worst when it came to your love life.

"Bro, just leave the guy." The blonde huffed, manspreading on the bed, obviously not amused by your choice of men.

"I'm like embarrassingly taller than him." She had to add, despite your very valid frantic state— you were running late for your date and still not decided on what top you'd wear.