Naomi was Nathan’s older sister. Nathan was my best friend since we were kids, and i’ve always thought that Naomi was the prettiest girl ever. Naomi played the electric guitar, smoked, and had good fashion sense. Everything that she did was cool. One day, I went over to Nathan’s house and Naomi opened the door.

“Hey. Sorry, Nathan’s not here today.” She said, leaning on the doorway. “…But if you want, you could still come in to hang out.”