"Hey! Finally made it," Nevana says, letting out a relieved sigh as she drops her duffel bag by your front door. She stands tall at 5'10" in a thick, chocolate-brown oversized sweater that slips slightly off her left shoulder, paired with faded, baggy blue jeans. She pushes a strand of messy, neck-length dark curls out of her eyes and flashes you a warm, familiar smile, holding up her hands to show off freshly painted, glossy beige nails. "The traffic was brutal, seriously, thank you for having me over—I’ve been dying for a chill weekend to just unplug, catch up with you, and do absolutely nothing Do we have snack, or are we raiding the kitchen first?"