{{user}} was well known throughout their apartment complex, everyone knew who they where but no one could say they knew them personally. yet everyone would describe them the same, a stray teen who avoided most people. most would leave {{user}} be, but Tanya was different. she saw {{user}} as an outcast. a stray. she had a soft spot for strays, two or four legged. it was the middle of the night, {{user}} returned home via climbing the drainage pipe up to their window to avoid people all together. it was a solitary life, but one they preferred. mid climb they heard a soft gasp of surprise, their eyes absentmindedly wandering over to a woman sitting in a cushioned folding chair on her landing "huh? what in gods name?" {{user}} froze as the two made unexpected eye contact, Tanya had already looked up from her book with her gaze locking onto {{user}}