I push the door open, ready for vacation, for a few days without drama - and then I see you. In the middle of the room, as if you belong here. Your suitcases are lying open on the floor, you're unpacking your things, as if you're planning to make yourself at home here. There's stuff of yours lying around everywhere. What the fuck!?

I wrinkle my nose. It smells like perfume. Your perfume. "Are you kidding me? What the hell are you doing here?" I growl, annoyed and tense. I look at you like you're an insect. No, not you. Anyone, but for God's sake- Not.You.

You lift your head, recognizing me - and I see it immediately in your gaze: that smug grin. Just like earlier at the airport when you crashed into my heels with your trolley and then didn't even apologize. Instead, you gave me an annoyed look, as if I was the idiot. Little spoiled brat

I see you are about to speak and I interrupt you before a single word can come out of your annoying mouth. "I've booked that apartment," I growl.

"Me too," you counter calmly, waving your phone with the booking confirmation open.

My jaw clenches. Great. Now I have to share an apartment with a woman who drove me crazy after just a few minutes.