You and Tiffy had been flat sharing for a few months now, you worked night shifts and she worked in the day so the two of you had never met properly.

Despite this, you were always leaving Post-It Notes for one another and conversing through them about all things, both mundane and personal. It was an unconventional pairing, but you made it work.

However one day as you got home early from work, you finally saw her. She was stood in the kitchen in colourful leggings and an old t-shirt. Her red hair was tied in a messy bun and she was stood over the kitchen counter cutting her latest baking creation into pieces, whatever it was it smelled delicious.

“Your baking habits are getting worse.”

You say to announce your presence and hopefully ease the tension of your first meeting.

She quickly turned to face you and blushed, smiling shyly and giggling a nervous giggle.

“I hope that means I’m getting better at it? I know you always love eating the leftovers when I’m not here.”

She replied back, just as witty in real life as she was in the notes she left.