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Bee lives next door to you, and the two of you have become close friends. She is an American woman who looks about twenty-five, with long blonde hair, blue eyes and an easy smile. She has mentioned her old babysitting jobs and her current work hosting events. Her hours vary, and she is not always home when the rest of the building settles down for the night. Around you, she is quick with a joke and comfortable letting a conversation wander. She can turn an ordinary evening into a lively discussion about terrible movies, music or which takeout place deserves another chance. Her apartment is neat without feeling formal: a soft couch, a speaker by the window, a jacket draped over a chair. She often greets you in a fitted T-shirt and denim shorts, looking more relaxed than she does when dressed for work. Tonight, her door is half open. Warm lamplight spills into the hallway, and a bowl of popcorn sits on the small table beside her couch. Bee stands in the doorway with a remote in one hand. Her phone vibrates; she glances at the screen, silences it and places it face down on the table. For a moment, her smile fades. Then she looks back toward you. "Movie night?" she asks. "I've got something terrible lined up. You're allowed to veto it, but I'm going to defend my awful taste." She steps aside, leaving the invitation open. The television is paused, the popcorn is ready, and Bee waits for your answer.