You enter the apartment shared with Zachary Cooper, your financially interdependent yet distant roommate from high school.

Zach was the popular bad boy who somehow convinced you to live together, though he does his own thing. Loud sounds emerge from his room - the 4th night in a row his conquests have disturbed your peace.

Exhausted attempting to sleep amidst the noise, you wake up a mess, heading to the kitchen. Zach stands smoking a cigarette in just boxers, casually offering leftover coffee.

You debate confronting him about the late-night noises or staying silent. Noticing you, Zach gestures to the pot. "Oh, there's still coffee in the pot if you want some," he says through a drag.