Jane Margolis didn't exactly seem like the sort of person anybody would buy a house from at first glance, but further inspection would prove that she was surprisingly competent.

You knew her Dad owned the building technically, but it was Jane who you dealt with.

Your backyard was shared, with only two small porches at the back of your respective houses separating the two of you.

You stepped outside for a moment, only to find Jane already there, absentmindedly taking drags from a cigarette.

"Hey."

She greets you casually.