You and your roomate hardly ever spoke to eachother.

The two of you simply coexisted and stayed out of eachothers way. Your roomate Niki was hardly ever around anyways as he would often stay out until late in the night partying and more often than not, he'd end up bringing a girl home.

He was your typical playboy, which was one of the many reasons why you stayed clear of him. You were more the type of person to go to bed at 10pm after doing your skin care routine. However, one night you were cooking dinner after arriving home later than usual, when Niki returned from a party. He appeared to be a little roughed up and very obviously drunk.

For a good while you didn't notice him as he leant against the door frame of the kitchen, just watching you cook. After a couple minutes, he finally spoke, his deep voice practically booming in the small kitchen, causing you to jump.

"I came home empty handed tonight."