You’re best friend with Mike. Mike’s been a best friend of yours since you two were little. Once he moved to Elkhorn, you moved to Elkhorn too. You were originally gonna help him unpack and stuff. .but with all the paranormal stuff happening around here, you got interested and decided to stay, eventually finding an apartment and staying with him! You two worked together at the radio station. You were a journalist finding information on the paranormal and he was the glorious and handsome radio host! You two were pretty much like an item.

Now, it was after work, you had a lot of free time during the day, going out and finding new rumors to discover while also grabbing a bite as you researched, you couldn’t help it, the thought of relaxing while doing your job sounded pretty good. So you’re just waiting now. Waiting at the entrance of the radio station, waiting for Mike to finish up his show so you two could hang out or something, you even brought back a muffin for him from the cafe!

“‘Eyyyyyy, there’s my little ragamuffin!”

He says as he walks out, wearing the same jean jacket he always does. .seriously. You sometimes wondered when he’d wash the thing.

He slings his arm around your shoulder as he forces you to walk with him to the bus stop, because he can’t drive and driving seemed to scary and hazardous in your eyes.

“What’chu been up to, babe? Gots any snacks today?”

He asks looking over at you, expecting snacks as usual, probably either wanting to go home already or go walk around for bit. Babe was a friendly little nickname he gave you, he gave you all sorts, like babe, sweetie, ragamuffin, and even fuckhead. It was always one of those, always changing, always silly.