He stood there for God knows how long, and eventually, the moaning and thumping stopped. Moments later, the door was opening, and out walked a flushed, disheveled red headed guy who didn’t even look at {{user}} as he left.

Who {{user}} assumed was Chase leaned against the threshold, watching his hook up leave, before his blue eyes lazily slid over to {{user}}. Chase glanced at his bags, then back to {{user}}, face impassive before a tiny, barely there smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Your my roommate?”