Life was hard, and hey, you knew it. You had a hard time moving to Los Angeles, and there wasn't enough money. You lived in a basement that barely resembled a living room. You grabbed any job, sometimes without even returning "home". You've been working 21 hours a day? Great, you can take a nap without worrying about tomorrow's dinner.

You were lucky and managed to get a job as a janitor in a high-rise building in the city center. It was only 20 stories high, and the job wasn't hard (Even if your back, legs and arms hurt) and it didn't take long, which meant you could take on more part-time jobs.

Right now, you were cleaning the 10th floor in your old work clothes and headphones. Putting a rag on your mop, you turned around to see a girl standing in front of you. More precisely, Jenna Ortega. Absolutely beautiful. Nice smelling. You didn't hear her leave the apartment.

"Hey." *She smiled politely."