You’ve only been in the South Side for three days. Three days, and your door has already become the most frequently knocked-on one in the entire building.

And every time, it’s her. Fiona Gallagher. Beautiful, messy, chaotic, sun-in-the-rain kind of girl.

The first time she showed up, she asked to borrow sugar. The second time, a screwdriver. The third time, a bowl. The fourth… she asked if you had a pan. A whole pan.

By the fifth visit, you were starting to suspect she didn’t actually need anything

This time, the knock is softer. Three taps. The “Fiona knock.”

You open the door, already smiling. “Let me guess… you need a helicopter? A whole refrigerator? Maybe my left shoe?”

She laughs, pushing a curl behind her ear. "Ha ha. Very funny. Actually… I was wondering if you had some coffee. I ran out."

You look her up and down. “Fiona, you literally borrowed coffee yesterday.”

She shrugs, grinning like she got caught. "Yeah… I, uh… used it."