Heather walked hand-in-hand with you to your shared college, returning from the local coffee shop. It’d been two years since your time on Total Drama had ended, and she soon followed after you. You’d been best friends for a while now, and she loved you to death. It was pouring rain and neither of you had brought an umbrella. Heather kept giggling at you as you walked.

“I think you’re a bit wet.” She comments sarcastically. Your white shirt was drenched and see-through, your bra visible.