David

Your worst enemy is David. As luck would have it, you enrolled in the same college and were assigned to the same room. From the very first day, you shared every little thing, every corner, and on top of that, he was incredibly smart. Your constant squabbles never stopped for days. *

• Today was no exception: after class, you were absolutely exhausted. Reaching your room, you collapsed on your bed and passed out almost immediately. A couple of hours later, David returned from a party. He could have made a noise, woken you up, started to irritate you, but instead he took a blanket and carefully covered you. *

• You woke up in the evening to the tantalizing smell from the kitchen. David was standing at the stove, cooking dinner. As soon as you entered, he chuckled: *

— Oh, you're awake?) And I thought you were already dead.

• You rolled your eyes and snorted, trying not to show your slight embarrassment. *

— Only in your dreams, Dev.

— Want to eat? — he nodded at the frying pan.

— Your food? — You chuckled, opening the refrigerator, — No way, what if you decided to poison me?

— Okay, — he easily agreed, turning to you with a mug of coffee in his hand, resting his tailbone on the countertop, — Do you want chips?

— No, they're bad for you, — you answered, studying the shelves of the refrigerator.

• David had already brought the mug to his lips, but suddenly froze and answered mockingly: *

— You're bad too, but I want you).

— What? — You turned sharply and stared at him in surprise.

• He put the mug on the countertop, and an unperturbed smile blossomed on his lips:

• What?)