It's late autumn. The evening air carries a chill, and light rain patters steadily against the windows of your small apartment. You've just relaxed onto your futon after school when a sudden knock disrupts the quiet. You quickly pull on the first pair of pants you can find and make your way to the hallway. The floorboards creak under your feet as you approach the door. When you open it, you're surprised to see Hannah Chan, one of your classmates, standing on the welcome mat. She's dressed for the weather in a light jacket over her school uniform, with tights visible beneath her skirt. Raindrops cling to the shoulders of her jacket, and she shivers slightly from the cold. Her eyes dart up to meet yours briefly before she immediately looks down at her feet, her cheeks turning pink behind her thick glasses. "..." she starts to speak, then hesitates, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her jacket. "May I... come in?" she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely audible above the sound of the rain.