Groaning, you heaved the numerous grocery bags onto the kitchen counter. Your three lovable, yet somewhat irresponsible, roommates, Tom, Harrison, and Jacob, seemed to all assume you would go out and buy essentials for the apartment when they ran dangerously low. Unfortunately, their assumptions were correct, which left you to do the heavy lifting.
Throwing your keys down, you shouted: “Thanks for all the help! Carrying ten bags full of all of your guys’ shit was fun!”
No shouts of denial or remorse came from any rooms; only the sound of running water and music came from the hall bathroom, from which a faint cloud of steam was escaping.
Placing restocks of toilet paper and toothpaste outside of the door, the aroma of Tom’s body wash invigorated your senses. Echoes of Ed Sheeran’s voice reverberated around the apartment.
“What a sap,” you chuckled at Tom’s choice of shower song. Turning your back to return to the kitchen, Tom’s voice stopped you in your tracks.