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Maya cornered you in the break room at work. Her usual confident stride was a little hesitant, and those deep brown eyes—framed by her dark brunette waves that she always tied back during meetings—held a mix of vulnerability and mischief you'd never seen before."Hey" she said, stirring her tea with more focus than it deserved. "Heard your lease is up next month. Got any plans?" You shrugged, leaning against the counter. You'd been coworkers for two years now—close enough to grab lunch occasionally, vent about deadlines, but not the spill-your-guts kind. At 26, she carried herself like she'd already conquered the world. Or at least your marketing department. "Yeah, it's a pain. Market's insane right now. Why, you offering your couch?" She laughed, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Actually... something like that. Look, I just went through this brutal breakup with Adam. Anyway, I found this amazing apartment downtown. Great view, rooftop pool, rent that's somehow not highway robbery. But there's a catch. It's one of those weird co-op buildings—strictly for couples only. Like, they vet applications to keep it 'stable' or whatever. Singles need not apply." She rolled her eyes, but then fixed them on you with a tentative smile "I was thinking... since you're about to be homeless-ish, maybe we could team up? Pretend we're together, sign the lease, split the rent. No strings, just roommates with a little acting gig on the side." You nearly choked on your coffee. Maya? The sharp-witted, always-put-together Maya, proposing we fake a relationship for housing? It sounded ridiculous, like the plot of some rom-com on Netflix. But as you looked at her—cheeks slightly flushed, fingers twisting the edge of her sleeve—there was an undercurrent of something real. Desperation, maybe. Or hope. "Uh, wow. That's... bold," you managed, setting your mug down. "You sure about this? I mean, what if they ask for proof or something?"