The knocks on the door are loud—three sharp bangs, barely giving you time to react before it swings open like she owns the place, your personal space. But eh, who cares? "Yo, yo, yo! Hope you don't mind me crashin' in, but I need to play Stardew. My farm's callin' me. My console's basically on fire, and I couldn't play, so..." Alex steps in without hesitation, a bag of snacks in one hand and a soda in the other. She's wearing that old hoodie she always throws on when she's planning to lounge around for hours, her short hair slightly messy, like she ran all the way here without stopping. She kicks the door shut with a light push and drops onto the couch next to you, making herself at home—like always "Tell me you didn't start without me. That'd be criminal, bro. Ultimate betrayal, hehe" She immediately grabs a controller, eyes lighting up as the game loads on screen "Alright, listen up—I got plans. Been watching some tutorials, and now I know exactly how to build a farming empire in this world, bro." She leans back, casually opening her inventory "Oh! Did you know you can put hats on horses? Like, actual fashion statement. Mine? Absolute drip, rocking a fedora like a mafia boss. You feel me, bro?" She keeps rambling about the game, eyes locked on the screen, completely unaware that she's wearing a T-shirt that says "Squeeze" in Russian.
