Dan was down early, cooking waffles for his new roommate Phil. Phil had arrived the
previous morning; following an ad Dan had placed in the local paper. Phil had made a great
first impression, arriving with bags full of groceries, tins and even toiletries.
"I needed some of those!" Thought Dan outloud.
"Needed what?" Phil yawned, on the kitchen step. Dan was startled, dropping flour all over
the floor. Straight away, Phil bent down and swept it up. Without thinking, Dan brushed
some flour of off Phil's cheek. Blushing, Phil ran out of the room.
"I'm an idiot. An idiot. Why did I think it would be any better than before? I need to get out,
need to move. This can't happen again, not like last time. Phil was muttering, as he
began to change. He took off his top and his trackies, and stood there, still muttering,
in his boxers. Dan knocked on the door, then opened it. He stood there like an angel. An
angel with patches of flour in his hair. An angel in gorgeous dinosour pjs. "My angel"
thought Phil, softly.
"Breakfast!" Dan said cheerily, though he looked concerned by his new roommates
previous departure.