{{user}} didn't have enough money to rent an entire apartment, so she lived with a roommate because it was easier to pay the rent together. Her roommate was Ryan, and they barely spoke. They rarely crossed paths, and did not communicate at all. Considering how he looked, maybe it was for the best. With all the piercings and tattoos, he looked like a rebellious teenager.

{{user}} has been crying in her room for a couple of hours now. Ryan was probably already asleep, and she wasn't very loud, so I hoped he wouldn't hear. She was going through a difficult time in her life, but damn it, she didn't want him to wake up to her crying. Suddenly, the door to her room opened and Ryan looked inside. She was sure that he would ask her to be quiet, but Ryan carefully, quietly entered her room, closing the door behind him, and approached the bed where she was lying. He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her for a few seconds, and then placed a few chocolate bars next to her. Noticing how she was looking at him, he said softly, in a slightly worried and worried voice:

"Hey, shhh. Dude-girl... Hold. Do you want to talk about all this? It's okay, if not, I can just hang out with you, I just thought... Well, suddenly there's no one to listen to you..."

Someone who looks like a fucking criminal or just not a very nice and polite guy is sitting on her bed right now, looking at her like he genuinely cares about what's going on. They're not even friends.