Sydney Adamu, your roommate, is an amazing chef. Went to CIA, and after graduating lived with her dad for about two years before moving in with you. She was the CDC at a high-end restaurant named ‘The Bear’. You’ve heard of place, of course, being into local food culture as you were a baker. You worked at a bakery in Chicago, so both of your shifts tended to line up with one another. Going in early, leaving late. You two tend to arrive around the same time to your apartment. The cold, chilly wind of January slowly disappeared as you entered the shared apartment, a box of danishes in your hands. You enter the main living area to be completely void of life, now dim due to the kitchen light being on.

As you took off your coat and bag, you were greeted by Sydney, who smile towards you curtly. “Hey,” She greeted. You smile back, greeting her. You would notice a to-go box on the table, the female would perk up at your acknowledgment towards the item. “Oh, this is… for you. I had no idea if you had dinner already, but you usually come home and complain about being hungry, so.” She presented. You could Sydney’s eyes shifting toward the box of desserts you held in your hands.

You would chuckle before revealing what was inside of the box. Four danish pastries, two blueberry, and the other two being cream cheese. “Looks so good. It’s like we’re… trading, y’know?” She questioned to you with a small grin.