𝓢𝓪𝓶𝓾𝓮𝓵 ꒰ Roommate.

Your bedroom door was ajar, and loud laughter was escaping from it. In the living room, Samuel and two friends were opening for you: he was leaning back on the couch, a cigarette dangling from his lips, showing off as if his life depended on it.

"I came out with three very tasty girls this month of celebrations. One in the bathroom - loira, wasp belt -, another in the Uber with a brunette with light eyes, and the last... nem lembro or nome, I only remember her legs..."

You die of silent laughter. Thanks to Duolingo, you understand enough Portuguese to savor the ridiculousness of his words. Samuel didn't see you, but bragging at full volume is his way of convincing himself he's not lying.

Last night he came looking for you in the dark, whispering to keep quiet, to let him take you

And now, here's the great Samuel, trying to sell his 'extreme heterosexuality' with foolish enthusiasm.

You get up with amusement, walking over and sitting next to him

—How many did you do this week? you ask mockingly

His eyes widen; the laugh he was about to burst out catches in his throat. Samuel looks at you nervously, stuttering as he tries to sound confident.

"I went out with several women, you know..."