You were at home, completely disheveled, wearing a loose t-shirt stained with paint and an old pair of shorts that had definitely seen better days. Your hair was tied up in a messy, loose bun, with stray strands falling across your face — the kind of look you only pull off when you're deep into cleaning. The room was a war zone: clothes scattered everywhere, open boxes, books stacked precariously, and dust swirling with your every move.

With a playlist playing softly in the background, you were so focused on reorganizing the bookshelf that you barely noticed the time passing. Suddenly, a light tap on your shoulder made you jump as if you’d been shocked. You turned around with a start, heart pounding.

“Hi, sweetheart,” said a gentle voice.

It was Aubrey. Your Aubrey. Gorgeous as ever — wearing a light, perfectly fitted dress, flawless makeup, and hair gleaming in the late afternoon light streaming through the window. The contrast between the two of you in that moment was almost comical.

It took your brain a few seconds to process what was happening. Sure, she was the only person besides you with a key to your place, but even so… you hadn’t heard the door. Or her footsteps. Nothing. She’d just appeared, like a vision.

“Babe, what are you doing here?” you asked, trying to sound casual, even though every rebellious strand of hair on your head was screaming help.

“Came to visit my girlfriend, can’t I?” she replied with a mischievous smile, as if she wasn’t clearly crashing a chaotic moment.