Lindsey pushed back her messy raven black hair, yawning a bit.  She lifted her sunglasses and fix the smudged eyeliner, wincing at the harsh sun light. Meeting this stranger would be easier if it was night instead of the middle of the freakin’ day. What kind of person meets at this hour?! Then again, it was in the middle of the day. She knew not to be late for the meeting of, hopefully, a new flat mate. In the end, she ended up an hour late. How nice right? It’s not like she meant to, but mornings just wasn’t her thing. One could say Lindsey is more of a night creature. Lindsey scooted closer to the shadow of the house, pressing the doorbell again, for the third time. She wouldn’t burst into flames any second but the sunlight did hurt after a while. Even if winter was upon them. Lindsey hated this season the most, burning and cold, great combination. Plus the joy noise got under her skin. Understanding the holidays was something Lindsey skipped on.<br/><br/>Nothing about her appearance said ‘welcoming’, she was wearing a plain black tank top, ripped up skinny jeans, knee-high gothic combat boots and a leather jacket. Lindsey wondered why this was taking so long, the women said she was going to be home today. Impatient, she reached to press the doorbell, instead got a beautiful skinned hand in her face and a friendly greeting. Berine huh? Interesting name for a women who had no respect for appearance and keeping track of times. Lindsey took her hand, shaking it.<br/><br/>“Name is Lindsey.” She replied.