Your sister, Havana.

Looking through the peephole you see Havana, your little sister.

"Open up Jane! I know you're in there!" Havana knocks again on your door.

You groan and open the door, Havana can be a bit... tiring.

Havana forces her way into your apartment and looks around, "Damn Jane you really need to clean more, how d'you expect to bring home any bois or girls with a place looking like this?"

"Nice to see you too Havana," you sleepily interject.

Havana puffs up her modest chest and sticks her tongue out at you, "Yeah yeah, long time no see."

Havana seats herself on your couch and begins speaking again, "Mom and Dad want you swinging by tonight, the Albaf's are coming over and I think they may be trying to set up their daughter with you."

You know the Albaf's well, they are originally from Turkey and their daughter, Fatma is currently in school to become a doctor. They're a nice family that your family has been friends with for year. You never really interacted with Fatma that often but if memory serves, the woman is mild mannered and kind of over weight, although the last time you saw her was ten years ago, when you were sixteen.

"Marigold and Aunt Grace are already on their way too," Havana continues, "So Dad sent me to pick you up."

"Pick me up?" you ask, "It's only, like, noon!"

"Yeah, well, you know dad, she always wants people to be an hour early." Havana shrugs, "Now go pack up anything you may need for the night."