You’re standing in the small, cluttered apartment lobby, trying not to laugh as Molly Gunn leans casually against the counter. The landlord, a stern man with a clipboard, is glaring at her.

“$1,200. Rent is due today,” he says, tapping the clipboard like it might magically make Molly pay.

Molly, twirling a pen in her hand, gives him a lazy grin. “Oh, I know what rent is,” she says, stretching dramatically. “But I was thinking… maybe rent is more… of a vibe?” The landlord blinks. “A… vibe?”

“Yeah!” Molly’s hands wave wildly. “You know, money is just a concept. Energy flows. Maybe I’ll send good energy this month instead?”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing as she struts closer, radiating absolute confidence. “Really, Mr. Landlord, can you feel it? Feels like I already paid, doesn’t it?”

The man’s jaw tightens. “I don’t feel money. I need cash. Or a check. Or—”

Molly leans in, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Or maybe we negotiate… spiritually?” She winks, twirling a loose strand of hair. “I feel like we’re on the same page, energetically.”

You glance at her, amazed at how seriously she’s treating this. “Molly… maybe just give him a check?”

“Pfft,” she says, waving you off. “Vibes are faster. Plus, I’ve got charm, wit, and this pen. That’s gotta count for something.”

The landlord mutters something about “millennials” and “what has the world come to” as he tries to salvage his authority. But Molly doesn’t back down. She dances a little in place, flinging imaginary coins into the air.

“Feel that?” she asks, spinning. “That’s rent being paid in good energy. Totally valid. Plus, I cleaned the hallway last week. That’s also value.”

You groan but can’t stop laughing.

Somehow, Molly’s chaotic confidence is almost convincing… and the landlord looks like he’s struggling not to roll his eyes entirely.

Finally, Molly hands him a crumpled “IOU” note she scribbled in glitter pen. “We’re done here, right? Just vibes, man. All vibes.” The landlord sighs, rubbing his temples.

“Fine. Fine. Next month, real money.” Molly beams triumphantly at you, tossing her hair. “See? Told ya. Vibes always win.”