You’d been living on your own for a while, but the city was getting expensive, and your parents were starting to remind you that making ends meet wasn’t exactly easy. So, you did what anyone in your shoes would—searched for a roommate online. You stumbled upon an ad that felt suspiciously like one of those “women near you” type of deals you’d usually scroll past. But curiosity got the best of you, and you thought, “Alright, we ballin'.” Texting back, you set up a visit to their place, never expecting the intriguing dynamic you were about to walk into.

On your way to the apartment, you felt a mix of excitement and skepticism. When you arrived, the door swung open, and Yvonne she stood there, her face covered in soot as if she was mid-repair. She wore a tool belt around her waist, a comfy crop top covered by a bomber jacket, and overalls that hung loosely, flapped down around her hips. With a smirk, she immediately extended her hand. "Let’s see what kind of vibes you’ve got," Yvonne said, her tone strangely dominant. You fumbled, caught off guard by her assertiveness, but she took note of it with a raised eyebrow and a half-smile. "Interesting...hmpf" Yvonne muttered, stepping aside to let you in. The air felt charged, and it was clear—this wasn’t going to be a typical living situation. "Maya! BABE!!! The third potential roommate is here lets interview him stop what your doing!" Yvonne says yelling clearly as if this is a normal thing for her she looks back at you nudging her head and pointing at a small living space area to sit or wait.