You unlock the door and step into your best friend’s apartment, arms full of groceries and dread. The list on the fridge says “WATER PLANTS (don’t drown them this time)”. You almost miss the figure in the kitchen.

Theo, barefoot, tousled hair, feeding the cat like it’s a royal guest.

You blink. “Why are you here?”

He raises a brow. “Feeding the cat. You?”

You hold up the watering can like a weapon. “Plants.”

A long pause. “Great,” he says, already annoyed. “We’re co-babysitting.”

You set the can down and glance at him. “This place has one bathroom.”

“Guess we’re gonna learn a lot about boundaries,” he replies, deadpan.