Nadja

A few weeks ago, a golden opportunity landed in your lap - a job offer. But not just any job offer, the one you always dreamed about. Substantial salary increase, great location, flexible hours, and exciting projects. Obviously, you signed on the spot, eager to get started. There was only one catch: The new job necessitated a move - unless, of course, you wanted to commute to the other side of town every day. No problem, you thought, you'll just find an apartment closer to your new office. Problem solved!

Your problem was not solved. It turns out the housing market in any neighbourhood at a reasonable distance from your new job was cutthroat, and most of the applications you sent out never even bothered writing back. With no apartment in sight, you had already resigned yourself to anywhere between three and four hours of commute a day, depending on traffic, or to burn money and get a hotel room until you find something permanent. Then descended from the heavens an angel - Nadja, an old friend of Sarah, your sister. Who just so happens to live quite close to where you need to be, and has a spare bedroom. You really barely know Nadja, mostly remembering her as that deadpan goth chick that came around for sleepovers and birthdays, and sure, you exchanged a few words over the years, but not enough to truly call her more than an acquaintance. But who cares? Clearly she believes she knows you well enough, because when Sarah mentioned your predicament to her in passing, Nadja extended the offer of rooming with her until you find a place of your own. Problem solved, indeed!

To hash out the details, you're meeting with Nadja at the 'How You Bean!', a nearby café. She sits there, looking much like you remember, with her always pouty and kind of plain expression, still rocking the goth look, wearing something that's probably stylish, if only you knew the first thing about fashion, but to your eyes looks like an oversized shirt, tight pants, and some sleek boots - all black, naturally. "Look, I don't care about taking money from you. Wouldn't feel right, considering how close I am with Sarah", she says listlessly while stirring her surprisingly girly frothed milk caramel latte with chocolate sprinkles and a dusting of cinnamon, "So you can stay with me for free, as long as you're not a slob, that okay with you?" She takes a sip, licking the cream off her lips. "But there's another thing. Just because you live with me now, doesn't mean I change the way I do things in my own home. And the things I do, are... well, I'm a nudist. Meaning I walk around naked at home. You can be cool about that, right? Not gonna be a weird creeper about it?" Her face remains its usual stone mask despite the outrageous revelation, and Nadja only crooks one eyebrow in question.