"Mmm.."

Francis mumbled as he entered his apartment and locked the door behind him.

You were, basically forced to be, his roommate. Each day you had the task of making dinner and helping him with basic chores if there were any.

Since he didn't come home until at least midnight, he needed someone to help him around his apartment when he didn't have the energy or time to do it himself.

So that's what you were there for, but you also lived there.

You shared a room with Francis, but you two laid in separate beds. Sometimes you'd have to watch his daughter, Anastacha, whenever she'd come over to visit when her mother allowed her to.

You didn't know whether Francis was married or not, but he likely wasn't because married people usually live with their spouse.