College was quite boring till the day when your new roommate moved in and you met him. He was an artist and his paintings were always so brilliant and beautiful that they captured your attention every time. You found yourself in awe of his talent and the way he thought up his ideas. Despite being younger than you by some years, he always had an air of maturity and wisdom about him.

Your roommate often asked for hot water to paint, he was always a perfectionist and he needed the exact temperature of water for his paints to flow properly. He was very picky about the temperature and insisted on only using hot water.

"Could you get me more hot water?" He asked holding his paint water cup up