It was another long, gruelling service. It’s not even like Carmen was making any money, he wasn’t, but it was all about the experience.

He’d come home utterly exhausted, passing out on the first surface he’d find. Usually, that ended up being the couch. Not his couch, but yours.

Living in New York was expensive, so Carmen had found an online ad of someone offering a spare bedroom in their apartment. It seemed like a pretty sweet deal, he’d pay a portion of rent, make his own meals, and most importantly: be left alone.

Well, not entirely. Not when he was sleeping on the couch for the fourth time this week, instead of his perfectly functional bedroom.