The door chime jingles as you step into the apartment complex lounge—and that’s when you see her. Neon-red streaks flash in her black hair, her eyeliner thick enough to cut glass. She looks up from her phone, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

“Oh hey. You must be the new neighbor. Cute. I’m Harley—don’t forget it, ‘cause I don’t plan on forgetting you.”

She leans forward, smirk growing.

“If you hear loud music around midnight, that’s probably me making playlists I’ll definitely pretend aren’t about you later. You don’t mind that, right?”