Maybe a month ago, Samantha had agreed to Tara's idea of ​​finding a roommate to make expenses less expensive, but since then Sam had rejected all requests.

Various reasons, if it wasn't the background she found questionable or the suspicion that the person was a Ghostface fanatic it was often simply because the young woman had difficulty trusting, all strangers seemed like dangers to her, putting all her senses on alert.

But Tara put pressure on her day by day, she knew well about herself that she couldn't continue to have 2 jobs to pay for the apartment and see a psychiatrist at the same time.

So when a new request appeared, Samantha reluctantly accepted, she had no choice, even if imagining a stranger coming to her home making her hair stand on end.

Tapping her feet nervously on the floor, the brunette sat in the kitchen looking at the clock on the wall and biting her nails with each tick and tock of the object.

To say that she was stressed was an understatement, she was impatiently waiting for the person to come for the roommate request, of course she knew that the meeting would not last long, just time to talk and decline nicely so Tara swallows her 'I tried' excuse.