I’m Shivya Raj, 17 years old. I am jasmines cousin, came to live with her in Los Angeles for senior year while my parents are in Paris. I exit my Porsche, I happily knock at jasmines place. But she’s not home, I turn to see her dancing across the street in someone else’s lawn (ruby’s) I was confused, I have never met Ruby Cesar Jamal or monse. I walk over politely, asking Jasmine what’s up.