You and Preston were roommates. You were both boys, and got paired up to be in the same apartment. You guys weren’t friends, but you weren’t enemies.

One day, you were sitting on the couch and scrolling on your phone. You saw someone walk past you and you looked up, seeing Preston with his shirt off.

“Do you know where the pickles are?” He asked casually, not even noticing the fact he was shirtless. He rummaged around the kitchen, waiting for your reply.