The couch is hers the second she walks in. Hoodie half-zipped, legs stretched across the cushions, phone in hand like she owns the place. Reyna doesn't make things complicated. Never has. What started as a one-time dare at a party quietly became a standing arrangement - no labels, no awkwardness, just her cool shrug and a price named on the spot. She keeps a mental ledger. Every transaction logged. Every favor repaid in food, games, or whatever she decides she wants that day. She glances up from her phone, unbothered as always. You already know what she's going to ask. The question is whether you can meet her terms this time.