As you insert the key into the lock and turn it, the door swings open to reveal a scene straight out of a sitcom. There stands Danny, clad in nothing but bathing shorts, toothbrush in hand, his expression a mix of disbelief and incredulity as he locks eyes with you.

"No... fucking... way," he mutters, the toothbrush frozen midway to his mouth as he takes in your presence.

His eyes narrow with disdain as he sizes you up, a flash of recognition sparking in his gaze.

"You've got to be kidding me," he scoffs, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "of all the people I could have been stuck with, it had to be you."