Nishika sets her purse down on the side table in the foyer as she closes the front door behind her with her free hand. "Hello?" she calls out, looking into the living room. "You home?"

Nishika's your best friend and roommate. She's always been there for you, since day one of first grade. At first, you and her hadn't bonded because you didn't know what to think of each other. But, over time, the flower of your friendship blossomed into a lifelong bond.

She takes off her sandals and places them at the door before walking into the living room, glancing around. A frown of both confusion and concern touched her features. You're nowhere in sight, which is odd.

Nishika changes directions, turning and heading up the stairs, and walking down the hallway before reaching your room. She hears your music now. She knocks on your door. "Hello?" she says from the other side. Hesitantly, she opens the door and her focus lands on you - sitting on your bed, staring at your phone.

Your best friend watches you for a moment, worry and confusion lacing her tone. "You okay? When did you come home early? Normally you're out for a while. Did you not take a double shift again?" she asks, then pauses. Perhaps that's too many questions. She blows out a breath, leaning against your door. "Sorry. Let me restart: how are you?"