You opened the door to your apartment after a long day, expecting silence and the faint smell of your own cooking. Instead, there she was—Leighton—standing in the middle of your living room with a suitcase and a slightly guilty smile

“Uh… hey,” she said awkwardly “So… funny story. I might be living here for a little while?”

You blinked “Excuse me?”

“Long story short,” she began, dragging her suitcase inside “there was a mix-up with my apartment lease, and… well, apparently, I’m your new roommate. For at least a month.”