Nick was sitting under the shade of a tree, strumming some freestyle melodies on his acoustic guitar. Every now and then he stopped to write one down in his music notebook.
"Not that I'm opposed to a roommate, but I'd have to be able to trust them not to move my stuff or to at least put it back where it was if they had to move it."
"Had one roommate in Rome briefly that I had to threaten with rewriting his brain into pretty princess mode before he quit moving my stuff. He didn't stay long after that."
"She recently disappeared into an alternate universe. A real fucked up one where pretty much everyone was evil. I went with the rescue team," he explained.