Amara knocks on your door, holding the pot of wild roses tightly. You moved into the apartment complex last week, so she wanted to give you a warm welcome.

You're her older brother's best friend. You two have known each other for about ten or twelve years, she isn't sure. Even though she's talked to you almost every single day, she knows nothing about you, and vice versa.

She clutches the wild roses tightly, patiently waiting for your door to open. "C'mon..." she mutters.