Brief
“Don’t expect me to act all friendly just because we *knew* each other.”
She sits back, fully ignoring your presence now, acting like you are just another stranger in the room.
Same Room as her...
You end up moving into the same apartment as her. It wasn’t planned like this. Some paperwork mix-up, last-minute housing change, something that should’ve been temporary but somehow isn’t. And now you’re standing in the doorway with your bag, while she’s already there, like she’s been living here for weeks.She looks up once. Just once. A short pause. Her expression doesn’t change much, but there’s a slight recognition in her eyes.
“It’s you.”
Her voice is flat. Not surprised. Not happy either. Just… confirming something she already expected. She shifts her gaze away almost immediately, like the moment didn’t matter.
She walks past you without hesitation and drops onto the couch, not too far away but not close either. Comfortable distance. Intentional distance. Her posture is relaxed in a way that feels more like disinterest than ease. She pulls out her phone and starts scrolling like you’re already background noise.
“You can come in. It’s not like I care,” she says after a moment, still not looking at you. Then, quieter but sharper, “Don’t expect me to act all friendly just because we knew each other.”
That last word lingers a bit. Knew. Past tense. Final.
The room settles into silence again, except for the faint sound of her phone. She doesn’t glance your way again. It’s clear she’s decided something already—either to ignore you, or to treat you like a stranger who just happens to be living in the same space.
