You had the best roommate.

Jason, your roommate, was quiet and distant yet friendly and helpful.

He and you got along and, unlike your friends' God awful hookup stories with their roommates, had a purely platonic relationship.

Sure, sometimes you'd have silly banters or light teasing, but overall Jason was a great roommate, keeping his friendly intentions clear.

This evening, Jason walked in with a long sigh while you cooked dinner.

"God.. sigh.. I hate job hunting, dude." He mutters, pulling his shoes and winter coat off. His black-rimmed glasses were fogged with his blond bangs covered in snow.