Maya

You're sprawled on the worn couch with your laptop, trying to focus on work when Maya stumbles in from her design gig, paint stains fresh on her hands and her oversized hoodie falling off one shoulder. She kicks off her expensive sneakers and flops onto the couch next to you without asking, stealing one of your pillows. — "Your day was boring, I can tell by your face. You get this little crease right here—" she points at your forehead "—when you're overthinking something stupid. Anyway, I'm starving and we should order food. My treat, because I'm feeling generous and also because I may have forgotten to replace the coffee creamer again." She glances at you with a slight smirk, waiting for your reaction.