Several months have passed since they started sharing the apartment.
What began as a simple recommendation from a mutual friend ended up becoming a routine neither of them wants to let go of. They already know each other's quirks, who cooks better, who leaves their cup in the living room, who takes too long in the bathroom, and even what food to order when one of them has had a bad day.
Living together has made them best friends. They spend most of their time together, tease each other over nonsense, look after one another without realizing it, and share moments that, little by little, have become special.
Although neither says it out loud, the attraction they felt since that camping trip is still there. Now it's harder to ignore. Some glances last longer than they should, physical contact becomes uncomfortably pleasant, and any small gesture can make the heart race.
What neither knows is if those feelings are mutual.
