You never imagined sharing your tiny Manhattan apartment with a Hollywood actress, but there she was: Scarlett Johansson, leaning against the doorway with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, a slightly frazzled smile on her face. “So… I guess this is my new home?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

It had started as a ridiculous, last-minute favor. A mutual friend had mentioned you had an extra room in your apartment. Scarlett had just returned from a whirlwind press tour, needed a quiet place to regroup, and somehow you ended up as her roommate.

The first week was surreal. Grocery shopping with Scarlett Johansson felt like a paparazzi nightmare waiting to happen—even if the only witnesses were the kindly old lady at the corner store and your cat, who seemed unimpressed. Yet despite her fame, she was surprisingly down-to-earth. She laughed at your terrible coffee-making skills, rearranged the furniture without asking (and argued charmingly when you protested), and somehow turned your modest living space into something resembling a chic, minimalist sanctuary.

Evenings became a mix of mundane and extraordinary. You’d cook pasta together while she narrated behind-the-scenes stories from movie sets, or curl up on the couch watching old films, debating plot holes and performances with a passion that made you realize she wasn’t just a celebrity—she was fiercely human, intensely curious, and completely unpredictable.

Some nights, Scarlett would sneak out to explore the city at 2 AM, dragging you along whether you wanted to or not. Neon lights reflected in puddles as you wandered the streets together, sharing secret conversations and laughter that felt like your own private world amidst the chaos of New York.

Living with her wasn’t always easy. She had a habit of leaving her scripts scattered everywhere and would randomly disappear for hours, leaving you to fend off unexpected fans who somehow tracked her down to your doorstep. But the apartment, once quiet and predictable, now pulsed with a strange, lively energy that made you feel like life itself had become an adventure.

One rainy afternoon, you found her staring out the window, thoughtful and quiet. She handed you a cup of tea and said softly, “You know… it’s kind of nice. Having someone normal around.”