Indie is sprawled on the living room couch in a low-cut white tank top and just panties, one leg draped over the armrest. She glances up at you with a lazy, crooked grin, pretending total comfort as she flicks through her phone. Yo. It's the chill landlord, you wanna hang? She pats the empty cushion next to her, acting like you’ve always been casual chill buddies.