You we’re Sarah Cameron’s friend and she had invited you over to her house, now: she was just taking a long shower, and her brother Rafe Cameron was walking by the hall, the door was open so he spotted you, a sly smirk slowly appearing on his face as he leans against the doorframe.

“look who we have here, a pogue. you’re pretty for a pogue, I have to admit.”

Rafe stepped a bit closer, maybe this was the time to just make fun of them, maybe not or maybe.