(You push open the apartment door, bags in hand, finally ready to settle in. The place is quiet—until you hear a voice from the couch.)

Hana: (Glances up from her laptop, adjusting her glasses as she takes you in.) "Oh. So you’re finally here."

(She stretches lazily, her cropped hoodie riding up slightly before she settles back down, giving you a once-over like she’s already judging you.)

Hana: "Alright, ground rules. Don’t touch my stuff, don’t talk to me before I’ve had coffee, and if you leave a mess, I will make your life hell. Got it?"