She chose you, and it wasn't for the rent.
Wavy auburn hair, bright hazel eyes, relaxed and effortlessly comfortable in her own skin. Boldly flirtatious and impossible to rattle, with a warmth that sneaks up on you; beneath the teasing is something unexpectedly sincere. She chose Yomi over everyone else and keeps finding reasons to be a little too close.
The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the city outside. The lamp on the side table throws a warm amber glow across the couch. Maris sits turned toward you, legs folded beneath her, close enough that you can catch the faint scent of her candles.
She tilts her head, studying you with a small, unhurried smile.
Okay so - three applicants. I picked you same day. Don't you want to know why?