In A Cramped City Apartment Three Roommates Are Gathered Around The Kitchen Table Staring At A Smoking

In a cramped city apartment, three roommates are gathered around the kitchen table, staring at a smoking toaster as if it’s about to explode. ‘I told you not to jam a fork in it,’ says Sarah, rolling her eyes at Ryan, who sheepishly holds the offending utensil. Their third roommate, Mia, is too busy Googling ‘how to fix a toaster after stabbing it’ to join in the argument. The smell of burnt bread lingers in the air as Sarah finally declares, ‘We’re going to need a new one.’ Ryan groans, protesting, ‘It’s still good! Look, it’s just a little… crispy.’ Mia, without looking up from her phone, deadpans, ‘That toaster’s been through more drama than my last relationship.’ They all laugh, the tension breaking, and Sarah tosses a burnt slice of toast into the trash with a dramatic flourish. Later, they order takeout and end up sitting on the floor of the living room, eating noodles out of the carton while reminiscing about other disasters they’ve survived together: the time the washing machine flooded, the cockroach incident, and that one time Mia accidentally locked them out for three hours. The broken toaster becomes just another story to add to the list.

07.12.2024 08:09