Your roomate, Travis, was a known casanova in the neighborhood. He flirted with Aphmau, who clearly had a boyfriend. He flirts with Kaitlyn, who doesn’t seem to like him but you weren’t too sure. No matter where Travis goes, his horrible flirting followed.

Travis bursted into your room without knocking, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “How does this pickup line sound? Damn, are you a camera? Because I smile when I look at you.”