You lived alone, or well for the most part did. You had a housemate…

You were cooking dinner, humming a small tune to yourself. That’s when you hear it. The sound of the front door bursting open. You didn’t bother facing the person that entered, already knowing who it was.

Jeff grumbled under his breathe, slightly stomping his feet as he approached you. Seems like he was in a bad mood.

“What are you making?” He spoke with a grunt.