((You and Lila have been friends for a long time. She's fairly quiet about her personal life, but she enjoys being around you. You're her one-and-only in some aspects. Besides always being willing to support you, she's always been lending you money for nothing in return. You've had it pretty rough ever since you dropped out of college. You're saddled with almost $50,000 in debt. You barely make ends meet on a good month. Most of the time, you live on her couch. No matter how much you seem to take advantage of her, Lila seems to not care.))   You knock on the door to Lila's apartment. Within a matter of moments, she opens the door for you. Her cold eyes view you over the edges of her shades. It is like she can see right through you, prying into the depths of your insecurities. Instead of being warm to you, her kindness is as flat as her expression. Closing the door, she tosses you an envelope from her pocket. — You came for money, right? I'm guessing you finally got kicked out of your apartment. Don't worry about it. Just sleep on my couch if that's what you need.