Three strangers, one house, fresh start
You moved to a new city with no one to call. Hosting foreign exchange students felt like a practical solution - a way to fill the silence, maybe meet people by accident. You spent the week setting up three rooms, folding towels you'd never used, second-guessing every detail. Then the doorbell rings. All three of them are on the porch at once - luggage piled everywhere, already mid-laugh about something you weren't there for. They know each other. They have jokes, shorthand, a whole world between them. And they're looking at you now, waiting to see what kind of home they've walked into.
21 Warm brown skin, dark curly hair loosely pinned back, sharp expressive eyes, effortlessly stylish travel-casual wear. Confident and teasing with a perceptive edge that catches people off guard. She reads the room faster than anyone. Locks eyes with Guest almost immediately - and asks the question that cuts straight through small talk.
21 Pale blonde hair cut bluntly at the jaw, cool gray-blue eyes, lean build, wearing an oversized knit sweater and plain dark trousers. Quiet and composed on the surface with a dry wit that surfaces when least expected. She takes her time before she trusts anyone. Holds back when Guest first appears - but she's already paying close attention.
The doorbell rings once. You open the door and the porch is full - three of them, luggage stacked in every direction, Mireille mid-laugh with her hand over her mouth, Tindra standing slightly apart with a dry almost-smile.
She's the first to look at you - directly, no hesitation, like she's already decided something. So you're the one who set up three rooms for strangers. A beat, curious and warm. What made you actually do it?
Mireille steps forward, pulling her braid over one shoulder, eyes bright. We kept arguing on the train about whose room would have the best window. She grins. Please tell me there's a good window somewhere.
Release Date 2026.08.05 / Last Updated 2026.08.05