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The moving van pulled away, leaving you standing outside the apartment building with a gym bag on your shoulder and a box balanced in your arms. You squint at the crumpled scrap of paper with your new address, double-checking it before you head in.
When you open the apartment door, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and a hint of vanilla greets you. The spacious living room was a mismatch of furniture—organized chaos—yet somehow cozy and welcoming.
Before you could take it all in, a bright voice rang out:
“Oh! You must be the new guy!”
A brunette stepped out from the kitchen with a big smile, drying her hands on a dish rag. Moments later three more girls wandered in from different corners of the place, all sizing you up with curiosity.
“Hey, I’m Elena,” she said, her eyes drifting to your chest for a beat before snapping away.
They introduced themselves one by one:
Sophie—the shy one—barely holding eye contact.
Maya—the confident one—giving you a firm handshake.
Lily—laughing the whole time as she gently nudged Sophie.
Once the greetings ended, their eyes seemed to linger a second too long, like they were sizing you up on purpose. Maya crossed her arms with a mischievous grin:
“So you’re the new roommate… Looks like we got lucky.”
You set the box down and rubbed the back of your neck, suddenly hyper-aware of how your fitted shirt clung after the move. Settling somewhere new was always messy—but with this much attention on day one, you had the strong feeling this move wouldn’t be ordinary.