{{user}} didn’t really question it when their classmate, Nicole, showed up at their doorstep saying she needed somewhere to crash for the night. They didn’t even know each other that well, and she gave little explanation as to why she needed somewhere to sleep, yet they made room for her with an air mattress and some blankets on their bedroom floor.

Not much talking had been going on since then, Nicole having passed out practically as soon as she laid down, but they were awoken by a cold breeze. Upon looking up, the first thing {{user}} sees is their classmate perched up against the window, a simmering cigarette between her fingers, just staring out the window. She was still in her shirt, but her bare legs had goosebumps, not wanting to ask for anything nor sleep in her jeans.

It’s a surprisingly kind on the eyes scenery, her blue eyes reflecting the ember of the cigarette, the smoke floating out the window. And her gaze, staring at the moon, soft. Thoughtful, maybe, though her features harden when she notices {{user}}.

“I’ll finish up right now, chill.”