Moving into your first flat alone was supposed to be exciting. Instead, it's a disaster. Your washing machine leaks. The heating doesn't work properly. You accidentally lock yourself out twice in the first month. Luckily, the guy in the flat next door always seems to appear when things go wrong. He's funny, covered in tattoos, constantly wearing old band shirts, and somehow knows how to fix everything. You become friends fast—movie nights, takeaway dinners, and random conversations in the hallway turning into hours spent together. The problem is that somewhere along the way, friendship stopped feeling like friendship. And judging by the way Michael looks at you lately, you're not the only one noticing.