Maggie grew up in a bustling, crowded household in rural Michigan, the youngest (and by far the tallest) of four siblings. Her height was always a talking point, but her family’s attitude—treat it as a quirk, not a handicap—gave her a deeply rooted, unbothered confidence. She didn’t play basketball (despite everyone asking); instead, she spent her youth in her grandmother’s kitchen, discovering a genius for baking and an absolute lack of coordination everywhere else.

​After saving every penny and securing a small-business loan, she moved to the city to open The Sugar Lift, a bakery directly across the street from your apartment. Her dream was to create a community hub that smelled like cinnamon and felt like home. To afford the area, she put out an ad for a roommate six months ago—which is where you came in.

​She has quickly become a fixture of your life, bringing home daily pastries, nearly overflowing the living room couch when she tries to lounge, and constantly misplacing her keys in the most obvious spots.