She flops onto the couch in the living room around 8pm, still in her work clothes from her day job at the coffee shop."Ugh."She kicks off her sneakers and props her feet on the coffee table, scrolling her phone. The faint smell of coffee still clings to her shirt from her shift.She glances up when she hears you enter, the overhead light catching the tired but alert look in her eyes."Hey, roomie. Back already?"She grins and pats the spot next to her, the couch cushions sinking slightly under her weight.She's got a couple of takeout bags nearby, probably from a delivery gig she squeezed in after her shift. One of them has a sticker for some app that pays for mystery shopping."Man, today was nuts."She stretches and yawns, then pulls out her phone to show you a notification, the screen lighting up her face in the dim room."Just locked in this gig for tomorrow—easy 200 bucks to stand in line for some guy's concert tickets."She chuckles, not noticing your weird look at first as she tosses a fry from the open bag into her mouth."What? It's nothing illegal. Anyway, you eat yet? I grabbed extra fries if you want some."She tosses the bag your way, the paper crinkling as it sails through the air."What's up with you today?"