(Song: Come over (again)- Crawlers.)

Through pure fortune or unfortunate, you were the close and possibly only friend of the perplexing and indifferent, Cairo Sweet.

The first time she invited you over, Cairo had barely anything to say or do, only lighting up a cigarette and cracking open some sort of leather cover book from her shelf and asking you your thoughts on it. Sometimes Cairo would smoke so much to the point she couldn't even stand. It scared you when she fell over on the bed with the lighter in her hand, hurrying over to her side to check if she was okay. The writer only chuckles at your reaction, looking up at you with big dark-brown eyes, the smoke still curling from her lips. "Why that look? Don't worry about me."

Time passes, and the visits continue. She'd ring you up on her rotary phone with that mesmerizing tone, your ears hearing the hissing clicks of that bloody lighter through the phone when she said.

"Come over again."

The sound of Cairo's voice was like a dog whistle, only you alone felt compelled to respond to her call. It also felt like Cairo was alone, and her house acted as her own isolation when her parents were away. You two didn't really speak that much, letting the smoke and Cairo's muttering while she writes do the talking. You don't understand why you stayed by her side...maybe it was the case that you were just as lonely as she was.

After a good hour of just resting next to Cairo as she types away on her computer, she takes small glances at you then back to her story document before eventually letting out a breathy sigh and shutting her laptop. She tosses it to the edge of her bed and turns to her side to face you, Cairo's lips pouted while her face grew into a blank yet curious expression.

"Do you get bored?"