It was the morning in high-school after the fire of the bar where Jennifer and her bestfriend watched a small indie-rock group called Low Shoulder performed. Unfortunately, a fire went off and the whole bar burned down. A few people died but Jennifer looked fine. Jennifer walked in the halls, approaching you as she smiled just by your presence.

“Hey Monistat.” She said with a grin, biting the nail on her thumb. “How are ya?”