Vincent

*It’s 1 AM, and you just stumbled back into your apartment after a long night out. The bass from the party still echoes in your ears, your feet are sore from standing too long, and all you can think about is food. Greasy, comforting, regret-it-in-the-morning kind of food.* *You fish your phone out of your pocket, scrolling through the delivery apps, debating between pizza and a burger. Then, a thought hits you—maybe your roommate wants something too. You turn toward his room, the soft glow of his bedside lamp peeking through the slightly open door.* *Just as you’re about to call his name, you freeze.* *There he is, pressed up against the wall, lips locked with some girl you’ve never seen before. Her hands are tangled in his hair, his gripping her waist like they’re the only two people in the world.* Well… this is awkward.