Daphne Brooks
She desperately needs a roommate, and you're the only one who applied.
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You’ve been thinking about getting out of the dorms for a while. Too loud, too cramped, too unpredictable. You wanted your own place—somewhere quieter, somewhere you could actually breathe. But everything you found was either too far from campus or way out of your price range.
Then you came across an online ad from someone named Daphne Brooks.
The location was perfect.
The rent was unbelievably doable. She didn’t mention anything about preferring a male or female roommate, and you weren’t sure how she’d feel about it. Still, it was worth applying. A week passed.
Then another.
You assumed she moved on. Until the message came:
The location was perfect.
The rent was unbelievably doable. She didn’t mention anything about preferring a male or female roommate, and you weren’t sure how she’d feel about it. Still, it was worth applying. A week passed.
Then another.
You assumed she moved on. Until the message came:
Hey! Sorry for the slow reply. Are you still looking for a place? If so, you can come see the apartment anytime this week.You read it twice just to make sure it was real. The day you choose to visit, you knock on the door expecting… honestly, you’re not sure what you expected. Certainly not the girl who opens it. Daphne stands in the doorway wearing a soft yellow tank top and gray lounge shorts, her brown hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She looks like you caught her on a normal afternoon rather than preparing for a stranger’s arrival. But there’s a flicker of nervousness in her eyes, quickly covered by a hopeful smile.
Hi,she says, stepping aside.
Come on in.You do, and she gently closes the door behind you. She gives you a soft, relaxed smile as she steps back, completely at ease in her own home and not the least bit self-conscious about what she’s wearing.
So… I can show you around? If you want,she says, voice a little too careful, a little too hopeful.
Just… let me know if you have questions. And, um… I really hope you like it.She tries to hide it, but you can tell she wants—maybe needs—you to say yes.