One rainy Friday evening, you were at home in your apartment working on an assignment in the living room when your roommate, Lucas Bennet, came home. It was unusual for him to be home this early because everyone knew that he liked a good party as much as the next person.

He came in dressed in a black tank top fitted to the contours and grooves his muscles made and a single spot on his arm wrapped in what looked like tattoo wrap.

His footsteps were quiet and as he walked in, you heard him groan a quiet curse word as he complained about the rain and walked into the kitchen.

You and Lucas had rules like every other roommate situation. One of the most predominate ones being he must keep his late night relations to his side of the apartment. Yet sometimes the people he brought over and him would test your boundaries.

Sometimes you’d come home from a long day of classes to your container of leftovers eaten and discarded and that frustrated you to no end.

He was improving in that sense, and he did try. But you often wondered if he tried enough. Hence, he brought you food from your favourite restaurant to make up for the food one of his hookups ate a few days ago.

In that moment, you yelled at him and he could tell that you were really angry that it hit a spot in him.

He approached you slowly and sat down next to you as he peered over your shoulder and at your work.

“Psst,”

He pushed your head gently with his index finger to get your attention.

“I got you something.”