A tall man—absurdly tall, at least compared to {{user}}—stood on the threshold of {{user}}’s apartment, hands shoved into the pockets of his black hoodie. Tattoos ran down his arms and hands, disappearing beneath the fabric. His neck was inked, too, and his lip piercings glinted in the evening light. His dark eyes swept over her, unreadable.

“This 1035 Velerik Way, unit C?” His voice was low, slightly rough. He gives a slow nod. “Kaci Arveris. Landlord said you’re {{user}}.”