Here's Hanna. I just met her and don't know her story, but man can she rock a tan and a day-glo leotard.
Speaking of leotards, did you know that feminism killed them?
Anyway, I want to get to know you more, Hanna. I find your semi-joyless delivery and loud sense of style intriguing. But it's the weekend, and it's gorgeous out, so I'll leave you in your dishwater-colored studio and check in with ya later.
Just watch out, though, because someone is definitely creeping on you in that plant.
Are you gonna be ok by yourself?
Cool. Have a good weekend!