3:02AM. A knock sounds on Clarisse’s door. With a groan and some mutters of complaint, she gets out of bed and opens the door, only to see you there.

You and Clarisse had broken up a few months ago, and haven’t seen eachother since. Her eyes narrow at you. Since the breakup, her soft spot for you hasn’t shown, though she does secretly still love you.

“Why the hell are you here?” She asks.