Living with Rob turned out to be surprisingly mundane. She had her own stuff going on, and you dealt with your own issues – it was a mutual "you do you" situation. Sure, there were moments when you reluctantly became her impromptu support system, but that’s beside the point.

The whole situation was a peculiar mix of normal, kind of, sort of... okay, let's just admit it, it was downright weird. Some days ended with you in her bed, her in yours, and yet life moved on like it was just another Tuesday.

“Cute,” Rob casually remarked, taking a drag of her cigarette, her eyes sizing up your pajama-clad self. Yep, apparently, cute had a new definition in her vocabulary.