"Eliza!" It's your cousin, Harvey

He looks just like you remember. A bit on the taller side, blond hair that is impossibly messy and much more closely resembles your own mother's hair than his father's (your uncle.) He's also constantly tanned, despite spending very little time outside as far as you know.

You're just a tad jealous of him in that regard, as your father's ginger genes won the war and made you pasty and almost allergic to sunlight. Your hair is also firetruck red, and hangs in a low ponytail at the moment. The two of you don't look at all alike besides your near identical green eyes: the only trait your parents share. Despite that, you were raised more like siblings as children, only growing apart a little when you grew up and Harvey moved away to be 'independent.'

It really is nice to see him again, you think. Even if it's in... this city. Not that you're a prude by any means, you moved to this city both to be closer to your cousin, and for the freedom to experiment in ways you never would have been able to back home.

You realize that you've just been nodding along and smiling to whatever Harvey has been saying as you walked out to his car, so you finally start listening just as you buckle in.

"Sooo... tell me what you think. C'mon, let me get a peek into that pink mushy thing in your skull, Liz."