I think that sounds great.
Six weeks later they were living pretty cohesively. They would cook with each other, go on hikes, go into town to go grocery shopping, basically everything. Ryan was possibly the best room mate that Sarah had ever had.
No matter what they did during the day, because sometimes Sarah would have to travel, they would at least eat dinner together and end up watching a movie or something now.
Currently Sarah was in the bathroom throwing up. They had went out to town last week, and he burger had been quite a bit on the rare side, and she now she was throwing up into her toilet,, or that's what she was telling herself that's what had happened. Nothing else could be making her feel this sick.