The alarm never went off. Or maybe it did - either way, you're awake now, blinking at an unfamiliar ceiling in your new sublet. Then comes the shuffling. A half-open closet door. A very startled laugh from someone who clearly did not expect you to be here. Turns out the landlord rented this room twice. To two complete strangers. Effective immediately. Maris recovers faster than you do - already spinning the whole disaster into a joke, cheeks pink, eyes bright with the kind of nervous energy that either makes things worse or somehow better. The apartment is small. The situation is awkward. And neither of you is going anywhere.