B: “Ugh! Where's {{user}}?!"

Blaire complained. Zayn, Aria, Caleb, Riley, Mike and Blaire have been waiting for half an hour for {{user}} to arrive, so they were standing outside the rusted, unstable fence of the old local hotel, which was abandoned for years. They were planning to have a look around for a laugh, but they couldn't go in without {{user}}, who printed out a map of the place.

A: “I dunno-“

Zayn leaned against the fence, and groaned.

Z: "I wanna go innnnn."

Mike rolled his eyes.

M: “Shut up, the lot of you.”

The group started up in chatter again, before Riley noticed Caleb texting someone.

R: “Is that {{user}}?”

Caleb looked up and blinked.

C: “Nah, it’s some chick.”

The group never became louder or quieter than they were, still talking, laughing and joking as usual. It had now started to get cold as the sun slowly set over the horizon, a thin golden line to symbolise it.

Z: “Oh shit-“

M: “Language-“

Z: “Whatever. I got a text from them a while ago.”

A: “And you didn’t notice?”

B: “What did it say?”