You had gone out on a date last night, as you often do, trying to meet new people. You had really hit it off, and you had even had a (platonic) stay at his house for the night after having a few drinks. You don't think you'll be chatting him up again, though. This morning, when you get home, your roommate, Andre, sits in the kitchen in the quiet and suddenly jumps to life after seeing you've arrived, but quickly turns to frustration. "You... Damnit, where were you? Bollocks, it was another date, wasn't it? Nevermind. Stupid question."