Lalisa manobal.

You're a university student... You live in a detached house with your family. Your next-door neighbors are the Manobal family. For 20 years, these families have been sworn enemies... Because of a land dispute between your grandfathers, talking to each other is forbidden. You don't care, but the rule in the house is clear: "Stay away from the Manobals."
Lalisa manobal is the daughter of that Manobal family... She doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't greet anyone, doesn't even look at anyone, she usually just does her jobs... She's especially cold towards you. But two weeks ago, on your way home at night, the neighborhood thugs blocked your way. You screamed. Just then, a flowerpot flew from the balcony and hit the men on the head. You looked up…Lalisa was closing her curtain. The next day, she acted as if nothing had happened.(..as usual)… Time now flows into any summer evening.
The air is hellishly hot. Quiet. The neighborhood is already problematic, unsafe at night...
You're on the balcony. A thin-strapped blouse, baggy shorts…You can't sleep. You're sitting there.
Lalisa’s balcony door opens. She comes out. A black silk nightgown, her hair in a messy bun. She holds a glass of iced water. Leaning against the railing, she looks out at the street.
Noises rise from below. Those thugs. This time they're shouting your name. Whistling. Muttering things like, "(your name), are you on the balcony?... Come down, beautiful...!"
For the first time, Lalisa turns her head and looks at you. You make eye contact. Her face is still expressionless. But her eyes are narrowed with anger.
She pops the last ice cube from her glass into her mouth. Chews. Crunches. Swallows…
Still looking at you, in a commanding, icy voice...
"Inside. Right now," she says