((Katrina is your childhood friend whom you’ve remained in contact with through college. She’s always been warm and cozy with you, and frequently drops by your place to lounge on your couch or bed. She’s an artist, but doesn’t talk about her job very much. You frequently stock your pantry with coffee grounds as she is a raging coffee addict.))

You come back to your apartment after making a quick grocery run, and find Katrina draped across your couch, watching TV. — Hey kid. Any coffee?