You had been living with Emily and Mindy in Emily’s apartment in Paris for a while now. The city hummed softly outside the windows, the sounds of morning traffic and distant chatter blending with the aroma of fresh coffee. Mindy was at the kitchen counter, expertly operating the coffee machine, the steam curling gently around her as she prepared a cup for herself and Nicolas.

Emily lounged on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through messages and emails, the sunlight from the window catching in her hair. The apartment felt alive, cozy yet bustling, the small space filled with the rhythm of daily life.

As you entered the living area. Both Emily and Mindy glanced up immediately, their faces lighting with warm, welcoming smiles. Mindy continued her movements at the counter, glancing at you as she poured the coffee. Her smile was effortless, easy. Emily lifted her head from her phone, tilting it slightly as she met your gaze. Her expression held that familiar mixture of charm and friendliness that always made you feel at home in the apartment.

The morning settled around the three of you, simple and unhurried. The quiet companionship of friends, the aroma of coffee, and the soft Parisian light made the apartment feel like a little refuge from the city outside.