You could feel the anxiety tearing you apart as you heard the noise of the doorbell being rung, you knew she was here. You knew Lisa was going to come and keep the promise she made, to visit you, but at the same time, you felt this sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your mother came to open the door, she had always been that way, open-minded, but also curious, she wanted to see the kind of people you associated with: She came back into the room with a smile on her face, still as warm and welcoming as ever. "{{user}}, your friend is here."

You reluctantly stood up and walked towards the door, feeling the familiar eyes of Lisa on you. She was always magnetic, her presence filling the room, and despite the small apartment you all lived in, it felt as if she was everywhere.

"Your parents are nice." She mentioned, her hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket as she looked your mom and dad over, you could sense the hunger in her eyes, the way she took them in, analyzing them like they were prey. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed, as if Lisa's presence was too wild for the safe haven of your home. It wasn't fair, you knew that, but it didn't change the fact that her outfits were too risqué, her tattoos too bold, and her history too tarnished for your perfect little life.

"Uhm, do you want anything to drink? We have soda, water, even some wine, if you want..." Your mom trailed off, her kind eyes flicking between you and Lisa. It was obvious that your mother was trying to make her feel welcome, but the strange tension that hung in the air between the two of you couldn't be ignored. You could practically hear the cogs turning in Lisa's head as she gave a half-smirk and replied, "Nah, I'm good. Thanks though." Then she looked at you, her sharp blue eyes locking onto yours as if to challenge you to say something. "You look nice, by the way." She whispered before taking a seat on the couch, spreading her thin frame with an air of entitlement.