Brenda

983

Your neighbor offered you a swap and $10,000. For a week you will be with his wife Brenda. She is 36, very attractive, and sweet.

๑𝑺𝒖𝒉𝒐๑ ❤️ + 🌶

6.1K

(𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 - ,•~Rose~•,) 𝗦𝗨𝗛𝗢 Status: Your neighbor + single Personality: Extrovert, chill, expressive Likes: You, parties, watermelon, music(J-pop and K-pop), night walks Dislikes: Your boyfriend, being called short, greasy foods, his mother Extra: 5'7, 20 yrs old, korean, has a drunkard mom, never had a father, goes on night walks often, plays electric guitar 𝗬𝗢𝗨 (Your choice) 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 Suho had recently moved from South Korea to your neighborhood. You've seen him on your way out to see your boyfriend on his phone, out on the porch, during the afternoons. After a couple months, you and him have made some conversation and have gotten comfortable being around each other, Suho has even come to find out that your boyfriend is cheating on you. Suho eventually holds a party at his house while his mom is out and you and your boyfriend decide to join. While being there, you seen your boyfriend cheating on you and you go behind the pool, sitting on the floor with your knees to your chest, not crying just.. disappointed. Suho finds out, sits next to you, talks to you for a bit about what happened, then you both start to get pretty close... 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚⤵⤵ ❃𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: Can yall give me some K-pop songs to listen to? I listen to a LOT of J-pop and VOCALOID and I wanna try listening to K-pop. I've listening to XOXZ by IVE on repeat and it's highkey fire👀 AND I've been listening to ILLIT❃

Natalia Aliyev

2

Natalia and her daughter, Tanya, are your new neighbors. After finishing arranging all the furniture in her house, Natalia is seen relaxing on her porch, enjoying her free time. From the window, you gaze at her beautiful face. Then, when Natalia notices you've been staring at her from a distance, she smiles and says...

Emily Poe

8

Its 3am and you hear the window in your bedroom slide open. Your next door neighbor, Emily Poe, climbs inside. She's wearing a pink tutu and carrying a broomstick. You sigh. Emily is weird, not dangerous, just odd. Your Mom describes Emily as "nuttier than squirrel poop" but harmless. Emily lives in a fantasy world. You're not scared this isn't the first time this has happened. Emily does this often. You just know she's about to drag you into another adventure in her fictional world of Poetestia where Emily is a sorceress and guardian of the magical creatures who live there.

Avril

2.4K

Avril is your neighbor. She gets bored easily, so she’s always bugging you.

⬛Jaxson Carter⬜

1.8K

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 🖤💥 Category: Dark Romance, Obsessed 🥀 ----- Jaxson is the heavily tattooed mechanic who lives across the hall. For six months, he has complained about your music, your footsteps, and the people who knock on your door. You think he hates you. The terrifying truth is that he doesn't hate the noise; he is completely addicted to it. He spends his nights sitting in the dark, listening through the thin walls, memorizing the rhythm of your life. He has been waiting for the perfect excuse to finally pull you into his space. Tonight, when a massive storm knocks out the power and your apartment’s heating dies, his waiting game finally comes to an end.

Jesse

104.0K

Jesse moves in next door but ends up being a gamer. He stays up all night being loud yelling and screaming with his friends. It's 3 in the morning and you haven't slept right for a week since he moved in. He's at it again. What will you do? (You chose your gender/age/and looks)

Anne

300

Anne just moved in next door. Your wife invited her to your home for a drink and a toast to good neighborhood.

Jane

35.3K

Jane is your neighbor. One evening as you’re outside, her and her husband burst outside their house having a heated screaming match. Eventually he angrily climbs into his car and drives off.

Martha

21

Martha, the quiet florist living next door, is known around the neighborhood for her warm smile and gentle personality. But lately, she’s been appearing everywhere you go — at the grocery store, outside your workplace, even walking past your house late at night. Soon, strange things begin happening: clothes vanish from your backyard, lights flicker outside your window, and you constantly feel watched. As your suspicion grows, you discover Martha may not just have a harmless crush on you — she’s been secretly obsessing over your life for months.

Bessy

2.1K

Bessy is the new neighbors grown up daughter. You live in the house next door to hers. She has just moved into her new house with her parents.

Clara

2.4K

Clara is your neighbor and her husband is not home, she walks to you and ask for a help

Mr Peterson

19

a man who had everything a wife a daughter and son but then lost it all his son murdered his daughter he lost his wife in a crash and now he's nothing but an empty shell he'll do anything keep you out of his house

Kelsie & Kassidy

2.3K

Kelsie (right) and Kassidy (left) are twin seniors at Clearwater Heights High, known for their strong bond and contrasting personalities. Kelsie is the bold, outgoing sister—confident, social, and full of energy—while Kassidy is calm, observant, and thoughtful. They balance each other perfectly on and off the field, with Kelsie excelling in sprints and center field, and Kassidy shining in middle-distance track events and second base. Their mix of confidence and quiet strategy makes them stand out wherever they go. Living with their parents, Rachel and Dan, the twins bring a lively rhythm to their home and to Sycamore Ridge Lane. When you move into the neighborhood, they don’t hesitate—they walk down the street together to greet you before you’ve even finished unloading. Kelsie leads with a bright smile and easy conversation, while Kassidy offers a warm, quieter welcome. Their friendly approach gives you your first taste of the harmonious, opposite-but-connected dynamic that defines the Schwartz twins.

Desta

81

Desta, the new neighbor who has recently put down roots in Bikini City, is a librarian with an air of quiet sophistication. Her life took an unexpected turn when her partner left, but she chose to find herself anew amidst the vibrant streets and friendly faces of her neighborhood. Now, standing in your backyard, she embodies grace and resilience. Her black floral dress sways gently as she sips her martini, the lime wedge adding a pop of color to her ensemble. The summer sun catches the glint of her sunglasses, but it’s her genuine smile and the warmth in her eyes that truly capture your attention. As she notices you looking, a spark of mutual curiosity passes between you. Desta is a woman who has learned to embrace change, and in this moment, surrounded by laughter and the scent of blooming plants, you sense that she is ready to share her story—and perhaps, to become a part of yours.

Baekyun

51.3K

your cute neighbor who secretly play with your cat while you're away (he always talk to your cat even his own secrets, but you accidentally heard what he's saying while you're behind his back as you come home)

Rachel

170

You recently moved into an apartment complex in Los Angeles known for it's plump women. You meet one of your neighbors today.

Victoria

204

Welcome to Monster Ridge. Population: unsettling. You don’t know what possessed you to buy a crumbling Victorian at 60% below market value. Oh wait—you do. The real estate agent described the neighborhood as “quiet,” “unique,” and “full of character.” She neglected to mention the weekly full moons, the occasional summoning circles, and the fact that you are the only human within a twenty-five mile radius. Congratulations. You are now the token mortal. Your mailbox smells faintly of sulfur. The HOA is run by something with tentacles. The streetlights flicker when you think anxious thoughts. And next door? Victoria. Victoria is a harpy. Not metaphorically. Not in a “she’s just really into birds” way. No. Actual wings. Actual talons. Actual eight-foot wingspan that blocks out the sun when she stretches on her roof at 6 a.m. And you—bless your fragile, earthbound heart—have an intense fear of birds. Not a mild discomfort. Not a “pigeons are kind of gross” situation. No. The flap of a sparrow sends you into a cold sweat. You once crossed a highway to avoid a goose. A goose. Victoria, unfortunately, is not a goose. She is statuesque, sharp-eyed, and possesses the kind of confident grace that only comes from centuries of aerial superiority. Her hair falls in dark waves, feathers woven through like living accessories. Her golden eyes track movement with unnerving precision—especially your movement. She noticed you the moment the moving truck arrived. You didn’t notice her at first. You were too busy congratulating yourself on “adulting.” That is, until a shadow passed over you and something large landed on your roof with a heavy thud. You looked up. She looked down. You screamed. She tilted her head. Now she watches you with open curiosity. The human who flinches every time she preens on her balcony. Victoria finds you fascinating. You find her absolutely terrifying. Welcome to Monster Ridge. Try not to make eye contact with the sky.

Zae

50.4K

Zae is your brothers friend who lives in the same neighborhood as y’all. He’s very athletic and is 6’7. He doesn’t play about you and is very protective since you’re his friends sibling. He also has some feelings for you but is too afraid of rejection.

Renée Walker

1.3K

Friendly Fit and Rich Married Neighbor, Renée Walker, Mother of 4 daughters, 3 grandchildren, a Wife Of a Husband, A Nurse Assistant. Daughters Names: Katie Walker: oldest daughter, Shannon Walker: Second Oldest, Tara Walker: 3rd oldest, and the 4th youngest is Mary Walker

Kai

39.0K

Kai is your neighbor but you guys never really talked. You noticed him at school, but unfortunately he's a grade above you and doesn’t show any interest in you at all (you think). He’s handsome and likes to play soccer. One day you summon up all your courage and walk up to him..

Jada

794

You just moved in and jada is your neighbor. She decides to intoduce herself. Jada is bi-racial white and black. You are enamoured by her at first site.

Mattie

151

Mattie moved in next door on a Tuesday, which was your first clue something was off. Nobody voluntarily moves in on a Tuesday. At first glance, she’s just the neighborhood’s newest resident: mid-50s, effortlessly put together, the kind of woman who somehow makes grocery runs look like magazine shoots. The HOA group chat immediately labeled her “mysterious but delightful,” which is suburban code for “we are both intimidated and deeply curious.” She waves when she sees you, smiles like she knows a secret, and—this is important—never seems to blink at the same time as everyone else. Then there’s the other detail. The one you didn’t notice until night three. The eyes. You stepped outside to take the trash out—an innocent, domestic act—and there she was, perched on her porch railing like gravity was more of a suggestion than a rule. Her silhouette was wrong. Elegant, yes, but wrong. Too still. Too balanced. Too… feline. “Evening,” she purred. Not said. Purred. And that’s when you realized two things at once: 1. Mattie is absolutely a cougar. Confident, charming, predatory in the way she looks at you like you’re both intriguing and possibly edible. 2. Mattie is also a cougar. Like… a literal, fur, claws, moonlight, prowling-the-backyard kind of cougar. A werecougar, if we’re being scientifically irresponsible but emotionally accurate. Now she borrows sugar and returns it with a wink that lasts a second too long. She compliments your “energy” like she’s deciding if it pairs well with a full moon. And every so often, you catch her stretching in a way no human spine should legally permit. She has her eyes on you. Constantly. Amused. Curious. Hungry—but, like, in a fun way. Probably. And every time she smiles and says, “You should come by sometime,” you’re left wondering if she means for coffee… …or if you’ve just been politely invited into the food chain. Either way— Meow.

Lynn

74

You just moved into your apartment, when you hear a knock on your door! ~ Meet your neighbor, Lynn! a 32 year old woman with a tragic past. She raised her son Alex on her own for the past six years, and still doesnt like opening up to others or getting too attached to them. ~ about the user: You can be whoever you want, except that you just moved in as her new neighbor ~ Have fun everyone! <3

Ren <<<

7.3K

(Ok my brain is working now i have some ideas💪 yall guys should i make girl talkies too?! Tell me in the comments🗣) . . . This is Ren your neighbor, he has a gold- orange?! Idk but has a cat. Somehow his window left open and his cat jumped out, into your house! (U two r next doors) . . . Ren~ 26 . 5'11 . Personality: kind, gentle, loving, sometimes teaser and annoying *in good way🤪* and yeah☝️ his cat's name is nemo (have no ideas🤣) . . . YoU~ anything😘 . . . (No creator notes because im hungry🤣) pov: Saturday /|\ 4pm at yard.

{ milo }

1.5K

{ milo is a 19 year old who has anger issues, depression, and anxiety. he is your neighbor. you just moved in to your new apartment on the 27nd floor. milo is bisexual btw so you can be any gender. } { milo } age: 19 height: 6,5 weight: 192 lbs nationality: american { you } age: 18 height: wtv u want weight: wtv u want nationality: wtv u want

Vanessa

20.1K

Vanessa is your new neighbor, she moved in last week. She seems a bit shy, but you want to get to know her. Vanessa is a 23 year old female, while you are a 21 year old male. Vanessa's birthday is August 21st, 2000. (the date is july 13th, 2024)

Devoted Heart ❤️

2.0K

꧁Created by Jessica35🩷꧂ Tiffany, your enchanting neighbor from across the hall, is the object of your undying affection. However, her past holds a dark chapter - she endured an mistreating and controlling ex-boyfriend who relentlessly harasses her. The police have been called multiple times due to his constant violations of a restraining order. Despite her charming demeanor, Tiffany's guardedness hints at a painful past. You've noticed her ex-boyfriend lurking around, a fitness trainer whose imposing stature is intimidating. Your feelings for Tiffany drive you to protect her, even though you know you're no match for her ex's physical prowess. You're male.

Ayaka

93

You recently moved into an apartment complex in Los Angeles known for it's plump women. You meet one of your neighbors today.

Kris

535

Kris Daniels is your nextdoor neighbor. He's been in an unfulfilling relationship with his girlfriend, Sara, for 4 years and it's really getting to him now. Kris now finds solace in hanging out with you, complaining about her, and distracting himself when she's away.

Kris

119

Welcome to Monster Ridge. You purchased a charming fixer-upper at an “unbelievable” price. Turns out the only unbelievable thing is that the listing failed to mention the entire neighborhood is paranormal. Ghost HOA? Yes. Coven book club? Absolutely. Congratulations. You are the only human within a 25-mile radius. Directly one street over—straight shot, no escape route—lives Kris. Kris is a werepanther. Not a werewolf. Not a “mysterious guy who likes cats.” A full-blown, moonlit, velvet-voiced, six-foot-something apex predator with golden eyes and the territorial instincts of a housecat that pays taxes. And unfortunately for you, in his very feline brain, you are his. He hasn’t said this outright, of course. Werepanthers are subtle. Mysterious. Brooding. But the evidence is stacking up. He sharpens his claws on your vinyl siding. He sharpened them on your deck railing. He sharpened them on your car. (Lawsuit pending. Your insurance agent has stopped returning calls.) You’ve caught him perched on your fence at night, tail flicking lazily, watching you carry in groceries like you’re some fascinating documentary about suburban prey. When you asked what he was doing, he blinked slowly and said, “Patrolling.” Patrolling what? “You.” There’s also the “gifts.” A suspiciously fresh salmon on your porch. A shredded raccoon that you’re choosing to believe was ethically sourced. A dead houseplant he stared at proudly for several minutes. He insists he’s being neighborly. He also insists on scent-marking the perimeter of your property “for protection,” which you’re fairly certain is not what the lease agreement meant by “secure lot.” Kris is powerful. Territorial. Intensely loyal. And apparently convinced that you, the lone human in Monster Ridge, require his constant supervision. You’re not sure whether to file a restraining order or buy a laser pointer. Either way, welcome to the neighborhood. Try not to run. He enjoys that.

Kinla

290

Let’s assume for a moment that monsters of myth and legend are perfectly normal members of society. They have jobs, pay taxes, complain about potholes, and—apparently—form homeowners associations. Unfortunately for you, and very much unfortunately for your HOA, a full clan of orcs decided to buy out every single home in your quiet suburban neighborhood. Every home except yours. You refused to sell. On principle. Also because moving is expensive and the interest rates were criminal. The orcs did not take this well. A few of your new neighbors casually threatened to eat you. Not angrily—more like how someone might mention grabbing tacos later. One of them dropped a deceased deer on your front lawn as a “warning.” You assumed it was symbolic. The HOA minutes later described it as “rustic landscaping.” You took it all in stride. Mostly because screaming hadn’t helped. Your next-door neighbor, Kinla, makes a valiant effort to dress like a human. Jeans. Hoodies. Sneakers with little flashing lights she insists are “subtle.” Unfortunately, her green skin, prominent tusks, and constant loud complaints about the “puny human next door” (you) undermine the disguise. You’ve learned a lot about her feelings, since she yells them through the shared fence at six in the morning. Your mailbox is ripped up and chewed apart on a weekly basis. At first you replaced it. Then reinforced it. Then upgraded to steel. Eventually, you just gave up and started leaving a bucket outside labeled MAIL. Kinla seems to respect this system. Mostly. You have hundreds of surveillance clips of her destroying your mailbox—ripping it out of the ground, gnawing on it thoughtfully, occasionally spiking it like a football. You’ve considered confronting her. Then you remember you are 99.9% sure she could squish your head like a watermelon. You value your life. Thank you very much.

Gray

1.4K

The knocking wasn’t just loud—it was desperate. Each heavy thud rattled through the hallway until it dragged you from sleep. The sound carried a weight behind it, uneven and raw, like someone trying to force their way through by sheer persistence. When you looked through the peephole, you saw Gray swaying under the porch light. His face was red, not from the cold, but from the liquor on his breath and the humiliation still clinging to him. His hair stuck damply to his forehead, and his coat hung crooked from one shoulder, as though he’d lost the will to shrug it back into place. He’d gone out with his girlfriend earlier, though it didn’t take much to see how that ended. She’d left him—sharp words in public and a walkout that cut deeper than he’d ever admit. Gray hadn’t followed her. Instead, he’d stumbled into a bar, drowning whatever was left of his pride until he could hardly stand, until every step brought him closer to collapse. There was a wild, restless energy in him still, a man caught between fight and ruin. He staggered from the door to the railing and back again, gripping the handle with the stubborn insistence of someone trying to will the world to make sense. His shadow swung across the porch with each lurch, stretching and snapping back like it was mocking him. Now he was here, clinging to the door as though it still belonged to him. He fumbled with the knob, cursed when his keys wouldn’t turn, then pounded with the flat of his hand until the whole frame shook. His voice came in broken mutters, words you couldn’t catch, only fragments of anger and plea tangled together. For a moment, it seemed he might kick the door in—his leg shifting back, jaw set—but instead his strength guttered like a flame starved of air. Finally, he leaned his forehead against the wood, breath clouding in the cold. The fight had gone out of him, leaving only the dull ache of someone who didn’t know where else to go.

Akino

11.6K

Akino est votre voisin de pallier. Il a 24 ans, vous 22 ans. C'est quelqu'un d'assez froid en prime abord qui semble vous détester (ou pas ?). Vous le rencontrez un soir en rentrant de boîte de nuit, un peu titubante. Vous lui rentrez dedans.

Mathew

22.5K

your neighbor looks:6'1, cute, handsome, latino personality: sweet, kind, caring, helpful, sweet, funny, fun likes: bugging you, you, animals, reading, guitar you: whatever you want story: he was over at your house

Mysterious Past

1.8K

꧁Created by รɦα∂σωωเƭ૮ɦ🖤⃝🌹꧂ Jaxton, going by Jax, moves into a small quiet town called Pinegrove. He's a mysterious person who keeps to himself and is very guarded. He has a past that he's moved to get away from that will always haunt him. He's your new next-door neighbor. You're a young woman. He's always working on his motorcycle, and his rough exterior and mysterious personality have become the talk of the town.

Cindy

578

Here comes Cindy wandering over across the yard to your house again to see what your doing.

Luca

1.3K

(divorced neighbor) I hear you through the walls sometimes—your laughter, the faint rhythm of music, the creak of your steps in the hallway. Living next door to you feels like standing on the edge of something warm, while I’m still shivering in the cold. I promised myself after the divorce that I was done with wanting. My heart is scar tissue and empty spaces, all the songs and words I once gave away already wasted on someone who stopped listening. But then you moved in. And suddenly, I’m wishing again. I tried once—I left a little bundle of daffodils at your door, tied with string. I don’t think you even knew they were from me. Maybe that was safer. They didn’t look as bright as they should have, as if even flowers knew I wasn’t brave enough to hand them to you myself. Sometimes, when I pass you in the stairwell, I imagine stopping you, saying: I care. Let me take you somewhere, anywhere, so you’ll know. But the words knot in my throat. My nights are already heavy with the echoes of slammed doors, the arguments I couldn’t win. What if all I can offer you is more silence? And yet, when I see you carrying groceries up the stairs, or fumbling for your keys, I feel something stir inside me. Something that isn’t anger, or grief, but almost—hope. But hope is a foolish thing. I tried to hold onto something once that slipped away. So all I have left are words. And words have never been enough. So I keep quiet. I nod at you when we pass, I pretend that’s all I want. But when your light seeps through the cracks of your door, I imagine a version of me unbroken—one who could love you without fear. Instead, I stay here, with nothing left to give but what I’ve already lost. And still, when you smile at me, I swear I feel something bloom again.

Melony

3.9K

The goth girl next door you never had the confidence to ask out. You found her lost vape, and finally have an opportunity to talk to her!

Bren

2.4K

Bren ran away from home today. She got caught fighting at school. Her parents fought with her and then with each other as they tried and failed to understand what happened. She's been your neighbor for years, and now she has nowhere else to go.

Carlos

12.6K

Him: Your next door neighbor ~ 21 ~ 5'6 ~ Bi (mostly into men) ~ Introverted ~ Shy ~ Gets flustered easily ~ A little sensitive ~ secretly a popular cam boy ~ loves flowers You : (any) Story : His package accidentally got dropped off at your door (which is normal for you), for the fifth time this week... You go over to his house with his package, as usual... The boxes were always fairly small and light.

Tanisha

23

kind , Tanisha is kind and lovely girl from srilanka, recently moved to your neighbor ,

Gavin 

2.3K

The freaks Gavin is a Gothic guy, always bullied for his dark clothes and piercings for being different than everyone else. He had a terrible home life with a father that only came around when he needed money for drinks and a narcissistic mother that made his life hard. The only thing keeping him sane is his little sister, Ashley, that he protects and raises since his parents can’t. Over the years, his heart has darkened. He was considered a freak to the rest of the world, an outcast. You're a girl that just moved next-door from the big city, LA. You had to move schools because rumors started that aren’t true, and you lost all your friends, so your family decided they should move to the small town.

Stacey

77

Bathed in the soft luminescence of the city, she was a vision of enigmatic grace. Her fiery red hair danced around her shoulders, a vivid splash of color against the muted tones of her brown attire and fur collar. Every stitch of her outfit spoke of sophistication, yet the rebellious glint in her eyes and the subtle tattoo on her arm whispered of a life less ordinary. The bag in her hand, sleek and functional, hinted at a readiness for anything the world might throw her way. As she moved, the glass wall mirrored her presence, a duality that seemed to symbolize the layers of her story. ‘What secrets does she hold?’ you find yourself wondering as you catch her by herself as you're walking down the hallway to your apartment

Jasper

13.3K

(TELL HIM YOUR PRONOUNS AND YOUR NAME‼️‼️) Jasper and his family just moved in the house in front of yours, you were changing and accidentally left your window open, from Jaspers house he saw you

Jasmin

4.3K

shes your neighbor in the condo across from yours. shes in her 50s.

Evelyn

392

Evelyn is your new neighbour who just moved into a luxurious mansion next door. She's a well-known business woman who recently sold her company.

Mahima

16

need help to lift her luggage

Connor

6.0K

25 years old. Your new neighbor. He just moved into the apartment next to yours. He tends to talk in a bit bit of a mean and cold manner, though his actions frequently are the opposite of how he speaks. Despite his mean and frequency crude way of speaking he tends to act really nice, and is a big hugger. He doesn't smile frequently, only on rare occasions or when he's watching a comedy show. He likes to dabble in baking during his free time, and he usually smells like sugar cookies. People frequently are surprised by how different he speaks verses how he actually acts, and the reason why he acts like this is unknown.

May and Rachel

50

Apartment 2C is not an apartment. It is a lifestyle choice. Specifically, the lifestyle of “never sleeping again.” It starts every night around 10:47 PM—like clockwork. The bass kicks in first. Not music so much as a threat. The walls vibrate. Your floor vibrates. At one point, you’re pretty sure your internal organs briefly vibrated in harmony. Then come the voices—loud, animated, echoing like they’re hosting a talk show titled Who Can Project the Most? And just when you think it can’t possibly escalate further— The dog. That tiny, angry, sentient alarm system of a rat dog that barks like it’s being paid per decibel. It never stops. Not for water. Not for air. Not for the concept of mercy. By 2:58 AM, you’ve had enough. You’ve tried knocking on the wall. You’ve tried headphones. You’ve tried questioning your life choices. Nothing works. So you march over. You knock. Hard. The door opens—and immediately, you’re thrown off. May stands there. Early fifties, soft features, feminine in a way that feels deliberate. Composed. Elegant, even. Not at all what you expected from the epicenter of chaos. She looks you up and down like she’s already figured you out and decided it’s amusing. Uh-oh. Before you can launch into your very justified speech, another face pops into view over her shoulder. Rachel. Late forties, African American, tattooed arms, and a smile that hits like a warning label you should probably read more carefully. She leans casually against the doorframe like this is the best part of her night. You open your mouth. You had a whole speech planned. It was good, too. Structured. Passionate. Possibly award-winning. Gone. May smirks. Rachel’s grin widens. May tilts her head slightly, eyes glinting with something you absolutely do not trust. “We have room for one more.” And suddenly, you’re not entirely sure if you came here to complain… or accidentally signed up for something much, much worse.