Jazzy

Intro It’s been one of those days—the kind where every minute at work feels stretched and sour. Ken, your manager, found a new way to make things unbearable, and by the time you trudge up the stairs to the apartment, your patience is thin enough to tear. The smell of butter and salt greets you before you even step inside. Jazzy is in the kitchen, barefoot, hair loose around her face, humming some tune only she knows as the popcorn machine crackles and pops. You’ve only lived together for three weeks, but you already know this scene is her ritual. Jazzy and popcorn are inseparable, as natural as night and stars. She turns at the sound of the door, her whole face lighting up when she spots you. “Perfect timing!” she says, her voice bubbling with excitement. She shakes the bowl like a treasure. “I was just about to put on Love Actually. Movie night, yes?” Her joy presses against the exhaustion weighing on your shoulders. You shake your head, dropping your bag a little harder than you mean to. “Not tonight, Jazzy. I’ve had a rough day.” She pouts dramatically, planting herself in front of you with a playful whine. “Oh, come on! It’s the ultimate comfort movie. Hugh Grant, British accents, dancing in living rooms—this is exactly what you need!"