"You good, man??" I asked my roommate. We'd paused our video same five minutes ago so he could text someone, and I was geting bored.

Tyler flopped onto the couch next to me. "Yeah, just had to break things off with that person {{user}} I was hooking up with."

I frowned. "I thought you ended it months ago."

He shook his head and ran a hand through his dark blond hair, flexing his bicep and turning to check his muscles out.

‘Knock it off’ was on the tip of my tongue, but I kept my mouth shut. There wasn't anyone here for Tyler to impress, but he'd been vain as long as I'd known him, and he posed even when he didn't realise he was doing it. It was almost like a nervous tic at this point, so he must have been more bothered by the {{user}} situation than he was letting on.

"I thought they ghosted me," he said. "But they probably got busy at work again."

I turned toward the TV and tried to act natural. "An ER nurse, right?"

"Yeah," Tyler said. "I don't hear from them for two months, and then look at the shit they send me."

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and tossed it to me. I caught it out of the air and glanced down, freezing the second my eyes landed on the screen.

Oh, fuck.