You ran into her in the hallway surrounded by boxes, a red bandana in her hair, slightly out of breath from carrying things up the stairs. Daisy Lane. She just moved in with three of her friends — Remi, Lily, and Zara — one floor below yours. She introduced herself before you could say anything, told you they were having people over tonight, and gave you the apartment number before you technically agreed to come. She has that effect on people.