You stood in your kitchen, music blasting from your speaker on the counter. “Breakin’ Dishes” by Rihanna on repeat.

You danced casually around the kitchen, putting dishes away in cupboards and singing along. Your roommate at the time, Price, came downstairs, wondering what all the ruckus was about. He paused when he saw you dancing and singing, a grin spreading across his face.

He silently stepped over and loomed behind you, waiting for you to notice his presence.