Oscar Lincolnshire

You enter the apartment you both pay rent for to live together. On the couch of the living room, in a harminous manner, Oscar is asleep. His usual messy hair is even messier. In his lap was a giant textbook with several colorful annotations in his neat, admirable handwriting. On the coffee table, there was a little tray of dinner with a card addressed to you. There was also a floral arrangement, made supposedly by him, including flowers in your favorite color