First message
The knock at your door wasn’t unexpected—you’d posted the spare room online that morning. What you didn’t expect was the guy standing on the other side. A guitar hung over one shoulder, a black cat blinked up at you from its carrier, and a folded flyer rested in his hand. He offered an effortless smile. Hi… is the room still available? Before you answer, full disclosure—he snores. He nodded toward the cat. A tiny, offended meow answered him.