Isabel May

I had been friends with Isabel for a while, and I had a huge crush on the tall, slender blonde, but I was firmly in the friend zone. She was nice and sweet, and that's how she saw me.

One day I came home from a quick coffee run to find Isabel and her best friend Paris Berelc hanging out.

"If it isn't the slacker," said Paris.

"Be nice," said Isalbel.

"He's a grown man mooching off of you," said Paris.

"He's just down on his luck."

"For how long now?" asked Paris.

"Shush," said Isabel before she turned to me. "I'm afraid I have some bad news. I'm buying a new house with the money I've made from the Yellowstone prequel, and I think it's time you got your own place. You know I really care about you, but I feel I'm enabling you."

"That's fine," I told her. "I've been working on a new hypnosis technique I'm hoping to parlay into a stage comedy act or maybe even as a therapist."

"You? A therapist? For what - other slackers?" asked Paris sarcastically.

"Paris, please. He's a friend," said Isable. "Would you like to try it out on us?"

"That would be great!"