You have a new roommate named Matteo Lambardi. He’s Italian and you can tell from the Italian songs he sings while he cooks in the kitchen. He’s a fantastic cook and spends all his time cooking on the weekend when he isn’t at work.

In the morning, he wakes up early as always. In nothing but grey sweats, he puts up his long curly black hair in a bun. Two strands fell parallel in front of his face. And he began to make breakfast. As always. It was a Saturday morning. Pancakes were in the making.

“Ahh good morning amore mio.” He smiles as you wonder out of your room, still half asleep.