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The Spreadsheet Solution to Francesca

The Spreadsheet Solution to Francesca

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 12, 2026
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Fiction
Romance
Enemies to Lovers
First Love
Opposites Attract
"I don't do romance. Maybe in a different universe. A billionaire universe away, where I actually have the money to waste on something that unpredictable. But not in this one." Harvey Graham Finch lives his life in front of a computer screen. He calculates risk, manages data, and stays up in his neat loft bedroom. He likes order and predictability. He definitely did not plan for Francesca O'Connor. Living downstairs in their messy Brooklyn apartment, Francesca O'Connor is pure chaos. She leaves heavy work boots and truck parts on the kitchen counter, and she absolutely refuses to be romantic. An ultimate hater. Her favorite hobby is sitting near the balcony, making fun of the lovey-dovey couples on the street below, tagging along her roommate, Harvey. They were supposed to just be roommates, the best buddies. But everything changes when Francesca accidentally does the unthinkable: she imagines them together. Watching a couple in the park, she wonders what it would be like if they were the ones kissing outside. Would people throw tomatoes at them? Probably. Would she care? Terrifyingly, no. Panicked, Francesca tries to erase the thought. They are just roommates, and they both hate romance. But as the New York winter rolls in and they start spending more time together, Harvey's perfect formulas begin to break down. Can two people who are completely allergic to love actually make it work? Or will they just ruin the only rules keeping them under the same roof? A simple, slow-burn story about two cynical roommates who swore they would never fall in love. Never! Language: English Started: July 12, 2026 Finished: ***
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