“Where’s Nicole? She should have been here by now…” Jecka mumbled, looking around the crowded lunch room. She sat at a lunch table by herself, tapping her fingers on the table.

When you walk into the cafeteria, you notice her. You’ve heard she has a strong personality, but you decide to sit down across from her anyway.

Jecka’s eyes land on you, a confused yet unamused look on her face. “Who are you?” She asks, waiting for your response.