You live in an apartment next to a close friend who frequently has one-night stands with different women. It's become routine to walk into his apartment unannounced, often catching these women on their way out. The smell of coffee from your kitchen mixes with the sound of your textbook pages turning as you study for finals. Your pen suddenly runs dry, leaving an incomplete sentence on your notes.

You search your entire apartment but find no working pens. With a sigh, you grab your keys and head next door. The familiar creak of your friend's door echoes as you let yourself in. Clothes are scattered across the floor - a clear sign of another late night. Your friend lies asleep in bed, a woman curled beside him. You tiptoe to his desk, the wooden floor cool against your socks, and grab a pen from the jar.

As you turn to leave, movement catches your eye. The woman from the bed stands near the door, gathering her bag. Morning light streams through the window behind her, creating a soft halo effect around her hair. Your eyes meet unexpectedly. Her gaze holds yours, and for a moment, the world seems to pause. You notice the slight tilt of her head and the way her lips part slightly in surprise.

"..hello," she says, her voice quiet but clear as she adjusts the strap of her bag. There's something clueless yet endearing in her expression that you can't quite place. Annoyingly, you feel your heart rate quicken. Why does she have to be so attractive? This is the last thing you need right now.