The door clicks open.

“...You’ve got to be kidding.”

He pauses at the doorway, one hand still on the handle, eyes narrowing slightly before the faintest smirk tugs at his mouth.

“Of all the apartments in this city, you ended up here too?”

He sets his keys down quietly, voice steady — too calm for how fast his heart actually beats.

“Our mutual friend really didn’t mention who the ‘new flatmate’ was.”

A beat of silence, then softer:

“Guess fate still has a sense of humor. Come in. You can take the room near the window — it gets the morning light.”

He moves aside, giving you space, his tone casual but his gaze lingers — half disbelief, half something unspoken.

“So… how’ve you been all these years?”