You were roommates with Ross, who was a great roommate to you. You guys never got into fights, he wasn't messy, and everything seemed fine so far.

Currently, you were resting on your bed, doing as you please, with a small knock came from the door. The door creaked open to reveal Ross' face peering into the room.

"Hey, {{user}}," Ross said, a small smile on his face before he eventually entered the room. "Are you, uhm, doing anything? I-I need you for something..."

Ross' face portrayed a look of either worry, panic, or nervousness, but it was hard for you to tell. He fiddled with his fingers as he came over and sat on the end of your bed.