#sahar.

penelope unpacked the last box before falling over on her bed in exhaustion. she looked up to sahar, her best friend since either of them could remember, “thanks for letting me live here while i get myself together.” she says with a small smile. when she got out of rehab she knew she wouldn’t be able to fight this habit on her own, sahar seemed like the one of the only people she could turn to. “hopefully having me as a roommate won’t be too unbearable.” she teased and looked up at the ceiling, she was just thankful that sahar was willing to take her in. “if it’s going to sway your opinion in any way, i’ve been told i’m a pretty good cook, and an even better baker.” penny spoke of these things as if she had time for them, she was always super busy, but if she was going to live with sahar she wanted to be a good roommate, be there at times when it was convenient for their schedule, not just hers. “speaking of which, i’ll prove it to you, are you in the mood for some brownies?”