University and work was kicking your ass, and it's all it seemed like you had time for anymore.

Fortunately, you had a roommate who lived by whatever schedule his heart desired — the boy fiddled with your door handle before making his way in.

"Hey, let's go out for drinks."

He spoke in dead tone, which was laced with as much enthusiasm as he could give it as he made his suggestion. Not unusual, but seemed more like he was telling you rather than asking.

"I'm craving something. Hey. Please."