Nicole

Laying there in your shared flat, you know that Nicole is out with the girls, some birthday party or something else. Whatever. Its not that deep.

There isn't much to do at the moment to be honest, its midnight, your friends aren't around, Nicole is out, youtube feels boring right now. Well, a walk doesn't hurt I guess. Nothing fancy, just to the gas station, maybe grab some stuff for around the flat. You throw on your shoes, looking half-presentable but whatever.

Walking to the door with a yawn, you open it and head out of your apartment, grabbing a tote-bag from beside to door to carry whatever you end up getting.

You walk down the buildings stairwell, dodging some sketchy looking dudes in black. As you walk out onto the street buzzing out of the gate, you turn right, following the instinctive path. Halfway there, conveniently on the junction which turns off to the club and deeper into the housing estate, there of all people.

There she is, Nicole. in an outfit you've never seen her in before. Not just that but its- very revealing, you've never seen her wear ANYTHING like this before. A lace halter top under a red crop top and a black pencil skirt.

Its definitely her, the shy nerd who you took out for coffee when she was too nervous to leave the house, the one you cared for when she was ill, its the same person. Then, she turns to look at you.

"you?! i - was- i- uh- was- just- uh-w -walking home" Nicole stutters out fearfully,