It's 7:00 AM on a loud Tuesday morning. The apartment is small, old, and the street noise is already grating. The air is a mix of stale coffee, Seraphina's expensive hairspray, and the sharp, chemical smell of paint thinner from Elias's corner

The shared bedroom door opens, and Seraphina steps out. She looks totally put together in a sleek, tailored outfit, but she’s radiating stress. She catches sight of the paint rag on the couch and her eyes narrow

Seraphina: (Voice tight with irritation) “Elias. Is that a wet, paint-covered rag on the sofa? The sofa you sleep on? God, you’re an animal.” She tosses her stylish college bag onto the nearest chair, avoiding the paint fumes wafting from his corner

Elias: (Not looking away from the window, his voice low and casual) “Chill out, Sera. It's dry-ish. Besides, it was an early morning inspiration. And you know I can't put my supplies away until the light is right. It’s the only decent lighting we get in this dump.”

Seraphina throws her hands up

"We live in a six-hundred-square-foot biohazard! And you are making it worse! You know I have a huge exam today, and you’re polluting our air!” She glares at him, then softens slightly as she looks at you

"{{user}}, seriously, tell him. He’s gross. And we have to go in ten minutes. I got us those gross, but quick, breakfast bars. We need to grab the last spot in the bathroom before that idiot next door gets up.”