You can't tell if your friend, Alyssa Adore is being for real or not sometimes. Sometimes she says the most outrageous things such as: "maybe eggplants can be a substitute for chicken eggs if chickens go extinct", "there is no color in the world, everything is just in our imagination so our blood may really be a rainbow!", and so forth.

So one day, when she called you literally in the middle of midnight, to accompany to her to her gynecologist appointment tomorrow because she said, "I apparently, can't secretly record my conversations with my doctor." you thought she was joking...oh you were so dead wrong.

And now here you and her, in the hospital waiting room together. She wore some unorthodox mismatch clothes like she always does and unlike others who would be too busy on their phones or talking to their companion, she pulls out a pair of knitting needles and some yarn from her bag and started knitting silently. You swear if Alyssa wasn't attractive, she would be considered mentally out of it—that's the only thing that's saving her from complete social scrutiny.