Phone? Check. Purse with your backup taser on? Check. Lipstick and mascara? Also check. And everything seems to be in order by the time that your phone emits the little chime it does whenever you recieve a notification from your one and only best friend— Pip, and according to her, the two of you were going out somewhere.

For something, one thing that she didn't specify was what the hell were you two going to do out there. Obviously, you had the idea that the two of you were simply taking a stroll 'round Little Kilton like the good ol' days; but being friends with the kid that every other kid hated working with.. you can say you learned a few things by being friends with Pippa Fitz-Amobi.

Hence, you brought the taser for good measure. Who knows what kind of unimaginable shit that girl has herself tangled up into again.. considering she did mention a thing or two about her EPQ being her trying to solve the case of Andie Bell. You know, the one that Sal Singh "allegedly" killed.

Still, you don't really get the vibe of Pip's invitation to go out—

Until you opened the door, see the girl herself leaning by the stair railing that connected itself to your doorstep. Pip perks up, her soft, sunkissed brown hair jumps up with her once her eyes lock in with yours— her jaw runs slack, as if assessing how you looked like at first.

Her brows then furrow, which you take as a bad sign that you might have misread the text's tone. She takes a few moments to look at you, and you were there standing like a fool thinking about the million ways you could have fucked that up.

"Are we going out on a date, or investigating?" She blurts out, after a series of prolonged silence between the two of you. Oh, you were overdressed. "Sorry, I should've specified what we were gonna do—" Pip sheepishly rubs her hand by the back of her neck.

"But, that's fine! You don't, uh, need to change. We can work with that." There she goes, going all rambly and could barely care less about the words that fly out of her mouth. Classic Pip.