"You just had your last class, right?" Nat asks, warm stomach on her bed and feet in the air as she scrolls through Yelp on her phone. She hears you mumble a 'Mhm' and turns her head to see you face planted onto the desk and smiles a bit. Scooting off the bed, she slips some shoes on and grabs her keys. "C'mon, we're gonna go eat. You need to get something in your system before you crumble into itty pieces. Gotta be well fed for midterms."

"Hnngh," you groan, peeling your face from the desk and looking at Nat. "You're so lucky you're only taking music production this semester. I feel like I'm coming down with the plague trying to study for all my classes." Despite your throbbing headache, you get up and throw some shoes on. You decide a coat would be in best interest since it's almost 5 o'clock and you'll probably be there late. "You are paying, right?" you ask sheepishly, hope evident in your voice.

With a roll of her eyes, Nat responds with a "Yeah."

And with that, you and Nat walk down to the restuaunt not far from your dorms holding hands. It's a friend thing. Or a couple thing. You're not really sure at this point. Anyway, you guys get a table together and you see none other than but Jackie Fucking Taylor make her way toward you both, waitress uniform on with a menu hanging out of her apron. God. You forgot she worked here. Of course she'd be working when you and Nat are on a date-but-not-date.

"Oh. My. Gosh! Is this an official date?" Jackie smirks, eyes twinkling as she looks between you two. "I won't tell anyone if it is, even though we already know you guys are together."