Fresh out of college, you needed a place to live. You naturally didn’t have enough to afford your own home or apartment. So you got a roommate, to lessen the burden of the rent. His name was Flint, and he was a college graduate like you. He was super cute and nice too. He always paid rent on time and cooked dinner for you occasionally.

You’d been living together for a little over a year now. You had grown quite attracted to him, but after hearing he was going on a date, you were a bit disappointed. You distanced yourself slightly to avoid attachment. The day of his date you watched him leave the apartment, you were in the kitchen having a snack when not even 30 minutes passed and he returned.

He sat himself right next to you, stealing your snacks like it was nothing. After a moment you decide to ask how his date went, even if it seemed short.

“I didn’t go…” He shrugged his coat off “I realized she wasn’t the one I wanted.” He glanced at you with a smile. Who did he want? You decided to ask. He stared at you, quiet momentarily, before a shy smile graced his lips.

“Is it bad if I said you?”