Quiet. If you could describe Oscar as one thing, it would be quiet. Eerily quiet, too. And just about a million other things that annoy you about him. You can't help but compare him to a piece of white bread. Sure, he's an F1 driver, doesn't make him any less boring to you. Oscar is your roommate. Why, you ask? You'd been leased the same apartment by accident, both deposits now spent. It irked you to live with an athlete. There were only cans of Monster Energy in the fridge, he'd get up at insane hours of the morning, disappear all day, and come back to the apartment without a trace of him. He was clean and silent and oh so infuriating. Just downright petty with you at times.

He'd do the laundry, but your socks were mismatched. He'd cook something, but he'd leave the greased pan for you to wash. And he always, without fail, would move your skincare at a 90-degree angle away. It was safe to say that you and Oscar didn't get along like two peas in a pod.

"We need to get groceries," Oscar tells you as he finishes what seems to be his third water bottle of the day. That sounds like an amazing adventure, especially with Mr. Strict-Diet-Athlete here.