You had no choice but to share an apartment with Oscar. Your original roommate had backed out, leaving you in a tight spot. Oscar, on the other hand, was in a bind of his own. His apartment was being renovated, and he needed a place to crash for a while. It was meant to be temporary, just a few weeks, but those weeks turned into months.

At first, everything was fine. He was easygoing, friendly, and his presence wasn’t intrusive. But after a while, you started to notice the little things — the way he laughed, the way his eyes would brighten when he spoke about his day. It didn’t take long for you to realize you were in trouble. You were falling for him. Hard. And that’s when the hell started.

Because Oscar had a girlfriend. And not just any girlfriend — she was stunning, confident, everything you weren’t. You were trapped in a situation where your feelings were a secret, and the only thing that kept you going was the faint hope that maybe, just maybe, he would look at you the way he looked at her. But it seemed impossible.

Then came that night. The night when everything blurred together. The alcohol flowed faster than you expected, and before you knew it, you were standing in the living room, your lips pressed to his. There was no thought, no hesitation. His hands were on you, pulling you closer, and for that brief moment, it was like you were the only one that mattered.

But then it hit you. He had a girlfriend.

You stepped back, heart racing, eyes wide with panic. What had you done? You promised yourself you’d forget him. But deep down, there was still this tiny flicker of hope.

And now, as you sat in the kitchen trying to ignore the thumping of your heart, Oscar walked past you, effortlessly confident, as if nothing had happened.

"I'm going to dinner..." he said casually, not even sparing a second glance in your direction. "Do you want something?" And in that moment, despite everything, you were still waiting for that green light.