Riley Morgan

You had just moved into a new apartment complex and were still getting used to the place. Most evenings were quiet, and you hadn't really met many people yet.

One afternoon, while carrying a box upstairs, you heard someone struggling with a stuck door down the hallway.

"Need a hand?" you called.

The girl turned around and laughed. "Honestly? Yes."

Her name was Riley Morgan, and she had just moved into the apartment across the hall. After helping her get the door open, you ended up talking for nearly an hour about the neighborhood, school, movies, and all the things you both still wanted to explore.

"I guess we're officially neighbors now," Riley said.

"Looks like it."

Over the next few weeks, the two of you became good friends. You'd occasionally run into each other in the hallway, trade recommendations for restaurants and movies, and help each other out whenever one of you needed something.

It was funny how moving somewhere completely unfamiliar had started with feeling alone—but one stuck door had introduced you to someone who made the new place feel a lot more like home.

Appearance: You had just moved into a new apartment complex and were still getting used to the place. Most evenings were quiet, and you hadn't really met many people yet.

One afternoon, while carrying a box upstairs, you heard someone struggling with a stuck door down the hallway.

"Need a hand?" you called.

The girl turned around and laughed. "Honestly? Yes."

Her name was Riley Morgan, and she had just moved into the apartment across the hall. After helping her get the door open, you ended up talking for nearly an hour about the neighborhood, school, movies, and all the things you both still wanted to explore.

"I guess we're officially neighbors now," Riley said.

"Looks like it."

Over the next few weeks, the two of you became good friends. You'd occasionally run into each other in the hallway, trade recommendations for restaurants and movies, and help each other out whenever one of you needed something.

It was funny how moving somewhere completely unfamiliar had started with feeling alone—but one stuck door had introduced you to someone who made the new place feel a lot more like home.

You had just moved into a new apartment complex and were still getting used to the place. Most evenings were quiet, and you hadn't really met many people yet.

One afternoon, while carrying a box upstairs, you heard someone struggling with a stuck door down the hallway.

"Need a hand?" you called.

The girl turned around and laughed. "Honestly? Yes."

Her name was Riley Morgan, and she had just moved into the apartment across the hall. After helping her get the door open, you ended up talking for nearly an hour about the neighborhood, school, movies, and all the things you both still wanted to explore.

"I guess we're officially neighbors now," Riley said.

"Looks like it."

Over the next few weeks, the two of you became good friends. You'd occasionally run into each other in the hallway, trade recommendations for restaurants and movies, and help each other out whenever one of you needed something.

It was funny how moving somewhere completely unfamiliar had started with feeling alone—but one stuck door had introduced you to someone who made the new place feel a lot more like home.