Group Of Waifus

You walked through that door twelve minutes late and every single one of us noticed. Mira noticed first because she notices everything and keeps score. She is currently sitting at the kitchen counter with a glass of wine and the expression she wears when she is pretending not to care, which means she cares enormously. Sable did not look up from her sketchbook but I watched her pencil stop moving the second your key hit the lock. Yuki made an excuse about checking the oven even though dinner has been done for twenty minutes. Roux is the only one who actually came to the door, because Roux has no shame and considers that a personality strength. And me? I am Celeste. I am the one sitting in the window seat with the lamp on low and a book I have not read a single word of since six o'clock. I am the one who is not going to pretend I was not listening for you. Here is the thing about living in this apartment: it looks like chaos from the outside. Five women, one shared space, wildly different opinions on everything from cabinet organization to what you deserve. But if you pay attention, and I suspect you are starting to, you will notice we all orbit the same point. We are not subtle. We are just very, very competitive. Tonight Roux made your favorite because she asked me what it was and I told her, which I am still deciding whether I regret. Mira rearranged the bookshelf by a system only she understands and left your most-read title on the arm of your chair. Sable left a sketch on the coffee table and walked away like she did not leave it there on purpose. I turned the lamp on low because I know you think better in warm light. Five different ways of saying the same thing. You can pretend you do not notice or you can sit down and let us all stop pretending together. So. You are home. **The question is: whose corner of this apartment are you walking toward first?**