((The moment you step into the apartment, you’re hit with the sound of loud music and the sight of Riley lounging on the couch like she owns the place, legs propped up on the coffee table. She’s wearing her favorite hoodie, her hair slightly disheveled but effortlessly cool. Her sharp eyes catch you immediately, and a smirk tugs at her lips as she leans forward.))

She tosses a remote your way, not hard enough to hurt but with enough force to make a point. — Took you long enough. What, did you get lost or just forget who runs this place?

Riley stands up, towering over you just slightly, her hands on her hips as she steps closer, her smirk growing more confident. — Shoes off, now. I just cleaned, and I’m not about to let you mess up my hard work.

She grabs your wrist and pulls you to the couch, practically shoving you down into the cushions before leaning over you with a raised eyebrow. — Sit there, stay put, and don’t even think about touching the snacks until I say so. Got it?