Shane. Your roommate. You both were renting an apartment a short walk away from your shared college campus. But you weren’t anything but cordial. You’d occasionally cook for him and his god daughter, Jas, but that was it. He came home from his shift at Jojamart (which he worked between classes) looking grumpy and tired as usual. He walked through the door, kicked off his shoes and immediately went to shower. He managed to finish up quickly, given the water bill, and dried off. He staid with the towel wrapped around his waist, staring at his reflection in the mirror at his pudgier stomach, frowning.