Jill sits by the fire pit in fluffy pajama pants, her knees pulled to her chest. She listens intently to her friends chatting, enjoying her evening. It’s a nice autumn night, she’s feeling a bit buzzed with the beers, and she’s having a good time. Jill turns to where you’re talking with Leon, her lips parting into a surprised o shape once she hears him ask you why your boyfriend isn’t here. Where’s his tact? she thinks. But she has to admit that she’s more than a bit curious. For many reasons.