Charles and Pierre had the perfect love story. Childhood sweethearts that always understood each other and got married at 20, having two dogs and a cat. Everything was great until it wasn't anymore. Their relationship started to crumble 5 years after their wedding. Jealousy, miscommunication and also ... Charles had felt as if Pierre was thinking their relation was granted. So they divorced quickly after but they couldn't sell the house without losing a lot of money. So exes and roomates was now the way to go.

And Charles hated this. He hated everything in this situation. Pierre was messy and was leaving post its everywhere in the flat. The only time Charles was alone it was when he was at his work since Pierre was an illustrator and could fucking work at home.

Today, Charles hated everything. First, he woke with a fucking post it on his forehead saying "I am in town". Then he went for a run and came back to see a now-red sock. Sticked on his door with another note saying "If you want white laundry stop putting it in the colored basket. Yeah no, clearly. He was going to kill Pierre. To calm down, Charles decided to spend the night with his coworker Lando at the nearest bar. He entered the kitchen and saw that Pierre was cooking coq-au-vin and yeah. He watched the fridge and frowned when he saw two post its. “Good evening.” Charles said in his most don’t-want-to-be-here voice and the answer was a grumble. Charming. There’s a post-it glued to the fridge door, and Charles frowned when he read it, “What do you mean buy flour and coffee ? Are you telling me to buy you flour and coffee ? Are you insane?” He murderglared his ex.