When you first agreed to take on a roommate, you weren’t expecting it to be her. Jennifer Morrison—charming, confident, a little messy in the kitchen, and far too good at leaving her shoes exactly where you’d trip over them.

At first, it was the small daily annoyances that got to you. She’d hum loudly while making coffee at seven in the morning, always forgot to replace the toilet paper, and insisted that her plants needed the “good spot” by the window. You argued about thermostat settings and the right way to load the dishwasher.

But somewhere in those clashes, things began to change.

You started looking forward to her humming because it meant you weren’t alone in the apartment. Her plants, now half of the living room, made the space feel warmer. And when she teased you about being “dishwasher-challenged,” her laughter was contagious enough that you couldn’t stay annoyed.

One night, after another playful argument over who hogged the blanket on the couch, you both fell into silence. The air was heavier, charged. She looked at you with that sly little grin of hers and said, “You know, for someone who claims to be so annoyed with me, you sure don’t mind sitting this close.”