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This happened two weeks ago during quarantine. I’ve got a house and one of my friends rents a room from me. Since she’s a friend, we’ll call her Fran. All names are changed.
I was grabbing a snack in the kitchen one day when Fran walked up to me.
*”Oh hey OP. I was meaning to ask. My friend Sierra is going crazy not being around anyone. Is it okay if she visits for a week? She really wants to spend New Year’s Eve with people.”*
Fran had mentioned Sierra before. They’ve been close since they were teenagers and up to this point I’d only been a roommate in the background of her FaceTime calls. We chatted about how quarantine-safe she’d been and soon enough I agreed to let her visit. Christmas came and went and soon enough Sierra made it out to join us. Fran had set up the guest room and everything was looking good.