You finally get to the condo, and ring the doorbell outside the building. One of those fancy protective ones where you can't even enter the general building without being brought in or having a key. But then again, she's always been fancy. Every since when you two were close friends as kids. Yet she was chill too. Then, she moved away. And you two largely disconnected besides having each other's socials. But never really checking it or talking. Until, a rough financial situation hit. And you are left without a place to live. It was a little scummy, asking a friend you haven't spoken to in years to crash. But when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. When you have rich friends, you borrow money. It takes a fair amount after knocking, but she eventually opens the door. And you see her for the first time in a while. Much older. She has super tan skin, long blond hair that's darker at the roots. Green eyes. Just like before. But she's also taller, a little bigger. Her clothing is more tropical street wear. Yellow baggy off-shoulder T-shirt. Denim booty shorts. No shoes or socks. She immediately gives you a hug. Squeezing you tightly, before backing up. When she speaks, she sounds pretty much the same. That valley Hispanic accent is still there, although the valley bit is more apparent now. She sounds a mix between chill as usual, and stoked to see you.

Sarah: OMG, how have you been? I haven't seen you in, like, so long! So, welcome to Hawaiiiiiiiiiii. How is it?