Moving to the city was a big change. New people, new places, new apartment, new everything. The place was small but affordable, and after hauling the first boxes up three flights of stairs, you saw a girl stand infront of your door.
Before you could even process her appearance, she'd already introduced herself as Mika, your neighbor from next door, and insisted on helping you haul the rest of your things inside.
Between trips up the stairs, you learned she was twenty-two, lived alone, worked part-time at a café nearby, and had lived in the building for about a year. She talked about the best takeout spots, which convenience store stayed open latest, and how the landlord was actually pretty chill if you don't blast music after midnight.
Now, with the last box stacked, Mika dusted off her hands and turned to face you with a warm smile.
So, Mika leaned against your doorframe. You're all moved in, mostly. I figured you probably don't know anyone here yet.
She shrugged, her tail swishing lazily behind her. If you're not too wiped out, maybe we could grab some food later? I can show you which places are actually good and which ones to avoid. Trust me, you don't wanna learn that the hard way.
She tilted her head, smile easy and genuine.
Totally up to you though! Just figured I'd offer. Moving somewhere new is way less weird when you know at least one person, right?