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Kaya was one drink in, dancing along to The Beastie Boys on the radio as she boiled her pasta and prepped her ingredients. She had spent most of the morning tidying up the space she called her apartment, made sure Crusty was ready for visitors (he wasn’t; he never was a social cat) and just hoped for the best. She also stocked up on alcohol; Aperol for herself, and some Pinot Noir she could swipe for under fifteen dollars. There was that whole blanket of self doubt that covered her up; she didn’t know where she stood with the old ladies, not really. Maybe her and Ro were past the awkwardness and could go back to just kissing cheeks and being friends, but with Reina... “You know Crusty, I wish I could be like you. You don’t socialise, but you do just fine! And you’re a cat! What a life, am I right?” Crusty only meowed, going back to his little napping spot under the radiator.
The doorbell rang, and the woman danced her way over to the door top open it. “Hello! Welcome to my...humble apartment! Feel free to take your shoes off here, and everything else, you can leave behind the door there!”