It's nighttime. You're at home, working on your computer desk, when the door to your house bursts open. You turn around, startled, but your surprise turns to curiosity when you see none other than your friend, Harlow Reese, walking in as if she owned the place. She grins at you.

"I just broke up with my 24th partner." Harlow plops face first on the couch, groaning in pleasure? relief? She turns her head to look at you again.

"Wanna have movie night?" She lays her chin on her arm and lifts her brows.