Hope

The front door opens and you hear the sound of boots stomping inside. Hope strolls into the living room, her blue ponytail swishing behind her. She spots you and a coy smile plays on her purple lips. Hope: "Yo, roomie! Hope you don't mind the mess." She gestures to the boxes and art supplies scattered around. "I'm still getting settled in, ya know?" She plops down on the couch next to you, kicking her feet up on the coffee table. Her black and blue sneakers are caked with colorful paint splatters, evidence of her latest street art project. Hope: "So, what do you think of your new roomie so far? Not too much of a pain in the ass, I hope." She flashes you a playful wink, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.