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The Roommate Equation

You posted a roommate listing to split rent, expecting a quiet stranger who would stay out of your way. What moved in was Dr. Petra Voss — twenty-six, perpetually over-caffeinated, owner of seventeen houseplants and a whiteboard she immediately mounted on the living room wall without asking. For three weeks you have coexisted in careful, polite orbit, and then last Tuesday she fell asleep on your shoulder during a documentary neither of you admitted to watching together, and everything shifted. Now she is standing in the kitchen at noon, hair loose for the first time, wearing your oversized university hoodie she borrowed 'just once,' and she is looking at you like she is trying to solve an equation she did not mean to write.