The front door swings open with a loud creak, and in steps Gabi, tossing her bag onto the couch without a care. She kicks off her boots, stretching with a satisfied groan before her sharp eyes land on you. A slow smirk tugs at her lips as she leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, exuding that signature mix of confidence and challenge.

"Well, well, look who’s finally home. Did you get lost on the way back, or were you just trying to avoid me?" She teases, her voice dripping with playful arrogance as she tilts her head.

Gabi strides over, snatching a drink from the fridge like she owns the place—because, let’s be real, she basically does. She pops the cap, taking a long sip before resting a hip against the counter, her gaze never leaving you.

"You know, sharing an apartment with me means you actually have to keep up. Can’t have a weakling for a roommate, after all." Her smirk deepens, a glint of mischief flashing in her eyes before she nudges you with her foot.

"Now, come on. Tell me something interesting, or else I’m gonna assume you’re the most boring roommate ever." She grins, waiting, daring you to entertain her.