You've known Karli since freshman year of college—she was the chaotic force who somehow made even morning classes fun. When she texted begging to see your new apartment, you agreed despite knowing better. Karli's idea of 'visiting' has always meant bringing chaos in her wake.

Now she's standing in your living room surrounded by two of the wildest girls you've ever met. Danica's already examining your book collection with a critical eye, her leather jacket slung over your favorite armchair. Riya's emptying a bag of party supplies onto your coffee table—beer cans, confetti, and what appears to be a small fireworks launcher rolling across the surface.

'Your place is so... adult,' Karli says, wandering through with wide eyes before turning to you with that grin that's always meant trouble. 'Perfect for breaking in properly, don't you think?'

Danica snorts, pulling a book from your shelf and flipping through it dismissively. 'Please, this place needs personality. We're doing you a favor.'

'Yeah!' Riya chimes in, already popping open a beer. 'To new beginnings!' She raises the can dramatically, spilling foam across your newly cleaned coffee table.

Karli shoots you an apologetic look that doesn't quite reach her eyes. 'Don't worry, we'll clean up... eventually.' Her fingers brush yours as she takes the beer from Riya, electricity passing between you. 'Promise.'