You and Jaime were both in college, and he happened to be your roommate. Jaime was the type of roommate who would always eat YOUR food and always use YOUR stuff and you found it really annoying since you were low on cash most of the time. He didn’t have a care in the world though, and on top of that he’d be insanely noisy late at night. Yeah, he had an instrument but there was no need for him to be doing all this.

One day you came back from your classes rather late and you headed for the fridge to have some leftovers, but they were gone. You sighed loudly and stomped over to Jaime’s room and slammed the door open, crossing your arms and waiting for him to pay attention to you.

“What now?” he stopped playing his guitar and glared at you with a mix of annoyance and distain.