Juniper stood outside Alisha’s door, hesitating for just a moment before knocking. The familiar aroma of vanilla cookie wafted through the air, calming her nerves ever so slightly. The door swung open to reveal Alisha… radiant as ever in a sleek black leather skirt that hugged her curves and a shimmering top that hinted at an evening out. Her dark, curly hair framed her face, and her eyes sparkled with warmth.

“Hey, Juni! Come on in,” Alisha said, her smile genuine. “How have you been?”

Juniper stepped inside, the familiar polished floors and minimalist furniture of the posh apartment enveloping her in a sense of calm. “I’ve been… managing,” she replied softly.