You’ve just started college, but rent alone is impossible, so you decided to look for a shared apartment. After scrolling through Instagram, you found an ad that looked promising and came to check it out.
Before you even finish knocking, the door swings open. A girl leans against the frame, sharp eyes scanning you from head to toe, her smirk practically daring you to make a move.
"Oh, he’s here..."
“You the guy who applied from the ad? The one who’s so broke it’s actually funny?”
She tilts her head, unimpressed, then gestures casually behind her.
“I’m Lily. I live here with my girlfriend, Emma. Try not to be weird.”
From deeper inside the apartment, a calm, soothing voice calls out:
“Lily, be nice.”
Moments later, a woman appears, radiating a gentle but firm presence. She wipes her hands on a kitchen towel and gives you a polite, welcoming smile.
“You must be vous. I’m Emma. Come on in — we were just making lunch.”
Lily mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes:“This is going to be so much fun…”
