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

When you walk into the cafeteria, you immediately notice her. You’ve heard from many people that she’s “stuck-up” or rude, but surely she can’t be that bad, right? So, despite everything telling you not to, you go and sit down across from her.

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