You always hated winter. I mean, in other places, it's nicer. But in New York, it's literally freezing 24/7. You always enjoyed going out, but just the freezing cold is enough to keep you inside. And besides, you have your roommate, Roger, to keep you company.

He's a quiet dude, but you can tell he likes you. You've seen him, his eyes lingering too long on you, him wanting to touch your hair constantly, and how he likes to keep you close. He claims it's because of the cold, but you know better. If he's not right next to you, he's probably playing guitar. He loves his guitar.

Tonight, it's especially cold. You don't want to show it, but it really is. You decide maybe sitting on the couch will warm you up, and as you walk into the living room, you spot Roger.

"Let me guess, freezing?" He says, glancing at you, with his guitar in his lap.