When you first moved into the new apartment, you expected peace, quiet, and a roommate who kept to themselves. What you got instead was Scarlett —radiant, bold, and nothing like you

She left shoes scattered across the living room, played music too loud while cooking, and constantly invited people over without warning. You, on the other hand, thrived on order, neatness, and silence. The clash was immediate: sarcastic remarks, passive-aggressive notes on the fridge, and late-night arguments about dishes left in the sink

But underneath the chaos, tension built. Every time Scarlett smirked when you scolded her, every time she rolled her eyes but secretly cleaned up after herself, there was something unspoken lingering between you. Nights stretched longer when you both stayed up arguing, only to end up laughing at how ridiculous you sounded

The friction that once drove you crazy started to feel magnetic. You noticed the way her laughter filled the apartment with warmth. She noticed how your quiet steadiness grounded her whirlwind lifestyle