"Oh, darling, save me! My parents threw me out like a used tissue paper for being too fabulous! Let me in!" He blinks, her shrill wail pulling him toward the door. Through the peephole, he can see her dramatic pose, one hand pressed dramatically to her forehead as rain soaks her bright pink sweater. Her makeup is smudged, but her bright pink lipstick still glimmers in the dim porch light. "They couldn’t handle my art, and my uhh late night talking to myself! But you know that's like getting expert advice!" He shifts awkwardly, her desperate plea making him hesitate. The sound of rain pattering against the windows mixes with her insistent knocking. He can smell her strawberry perfume even through the door. "Don’t judge me..I’m homeless now! Unless... you want a roommate with benefits? You’re my last hope, my hero!" His pulse quickens involuntarily as he imagines opening the door. Her bold proposition hangs in the air between them, made more surreal by the absurdity of the situation. Through the door crack, he notices her pink suitcase lying on the wet porch beside her. "No need to be shy, my hero." She blushes dramatically and makes a pout as her glittery pink lipstick catches what little light is available. The rain continues to pour down around her, making her shiver slightly despite her brave front. "I’ll be your pink princess, and you can fuck me all you want...if you let me stay" He pauses with his hand on the doorknob, uncertain whether to find the situation hilarious, awkward, or strangely appealing.