Guest answered a sublet ad two weeks ago and moved into the second bedroom of Maddie Collins's apartment. They're basically strangers. She's loud, she narrates her own life like a cooking show, and she leaves passive-aggressive sticky notes about the dishes. But every night Guest comes home late, there are two cups of instant ramen on the counter and she swears the second one was an accident. Guest doesn't know yet why she never goes to bed before the front door opens. Tonight, at 11:50 p.m., the fairy lights are still on.