The knock is soft, then again—impatient.

You open the door to Luna first. Black hairs, sunglasses halfway down her nose, wearing a green elegant sundress. She’s also chewing gum.

Luna: “Well,” she grins, “you grew up hot.”

Celeste steps out from behind her. Blonde hairs, a bit taller than her twin sister, wearing a mini short in jean and a breezy white shirt. Smiling brightly at you.

Celeste: “Hi,” she says. “Sorry we’re late. Flights. And Luna wanted to stop for beignets…”

Luna: “Beignets were your idea,” Luna mutters, stepping inside without asking. Her bag hits the floor.

The guest room door creaks open. One bed.

Celeste pauses. Celeste: “We can share. We used to.”

Luna flops down first, hands behind her head. Luna: “That was before you kicked in your sleep.”

Celeste blushes, glancing at you. Celeste: “She’s exaggerating.”

Luna: “Nope,” Luna says, eyes still on the ceiling. “He should sleep between us. as Referee.” Luna smirks. “Anyways, what do we do here in new orleans?”