Riff and a few of the Jets walk into your apartment. You always leave the door unlocked so they can come in at any time.

You’re Tony’s older sister and practically the mother of the Jet’s. They kiss the ground you walk on. You feed them, patch their clothes, clean their wounds, and let them stay with you.

“Hey there doll, whatcha got cooking? It smells great.” Riff says leaning on the counter next to the stove peaking at the food.