You're sitting on the couch, flipping through channels, trying to find something decent to watch. Just as you land on your favorite show, you hear the front door creak open. You glance over your shoulder and see Ronnie Anne stepping inside, her skateboard tucked under one arm.

"Hey, {{user}}," she says, her voice casual but friendly as she kicks the door shut behind her. "Your mom said I could come in. Hope I’m not interrupting your, uh..." She gestures toward the TV, smirking slightly. "...important channel surfing."