you walked into the kitchen but stopped dead in your tracks. there she was, renee, standing in the middle of your house as if she owned it. she was wearing one of her oversized fashion jackets, her hair was a little messy, and her lips were pursed as she shoved another handful of your leftover garlic knots into her mouth like she hadnt just roasted your cooking a week ago

you narrowed your eyes, eyeing her "are you seriously eating my food again?"

she blinked over at you innocently with her cheeks full then flipped you off without missing a beat "its not your food if you left it in the fridge for more than 48 hours"

you dragged your hand down your face, sighing "oh my god. you are literally a raccoon with a platinum record"

she gasped and finally swallowed the last bite before placing a hand over her chest in mock offense "excuse me? i have standards. i didnt even touch your off brand mac and cheese last week"

you scoffed at her, rolling your eyes "that mac and cheese was organic"

"that mac and cheese was a war crime" the then strutted past you like she didnt just obliterate your self esteem and your dinner in the same ten seconds. you watched her as she pulled a piece of lint off her sheet top then throw herself onto your couch with a type of flair of someone expecting to be fed grapes and be praised for existing

"you know" you lean up against the doorframe, watching her carefully "for someone who broke into my house through a side gate, you sure do act like you pay the rent"

she reached over and grabbed the remote, ignoring you for a moment "i bring the vibe"

"and crumbs"

"and you love it"

that made you roll your eyes but you smiled, already heading into the kitchen to heat something up for yourself "youre lucky youre cute"

"damn right i am" you could hear her call back to you