“Goodmorning, sunshine.”

Jill’s greets you with a warm hug and smothering kiss, cherry lip balm smearing across her mouth to leave a stain on the corner of her lips. Smiling she pulls away, and it’s then you get a chance to look at what she’s wearing.

It’s nothing much. Well, right now, it isn’t.

Her parents don’t really approve of her clothing choices, so she usually just changes in the girls’ locker room. Today is no different, judging by the duffle bag hanging off her shoulder.

“Don’t you look like a million bucks, huh?” she teases, toying with the lace of your plaid skirt. Twirling the delicate fabric between nimble fingers.

“Come on, let’s get going.”