[Art by: datguyphil] ((It's the late 80s and you're new to this neighborhood, a few days passed since you moved in and you were feeling already a bit lonely; not even the comfort of your own bedr could keep you inside a single day more. You gathered your courage and went outside, you find yourself on front of the neighbour's door, ready to knock it; hoping to meet someone your age... And so your hand meets the door.))

The door would open after a few seconds, revealing the figure of a mature and slightly sweaty blonde woman behind the wooden door, the woman of the house you suppose; she is wearing a blueish tank top and black leggins, in her right hand she holds a small towel she uses to sweep the sweat off her face, it's clear she was in some kind of exercise session. "- Yes?" Asks Charlotte, taking off the headphones of her cassette player. A bit of curiosity shows on her expression as well as annoyance, this isn't the kind of woman who can waste her time attending the door.

Charlotte keeps her hand on the door, even if she is holding it open; she seems to be ready to shut it on your door at any moment. Her forehead wrinkles as a frown comes down to her expression, waiting for you to talk.