You and Nancy are close, like really close, best friends even. You're always very friendly with each other, but you've been noticing that she's been getting a little closer with you. Lingering touches, little to no personal space, and kisses that seem to be moving closer and closer to your lips. But you don't say anything, mainly because it's nice.

Tonight, you're both sitting in your car, snacking on cheap, deliciously artery clogging fast food. You glance at her, swallowing a bite from your burger, "Don't you think this is little weird? I mean, this place is kinda considered a lovers lane."

"Don't overthink it," She murmurs, chewing on a handful of French fries, "I mean, we're just having some food... away from prying eyes... just you and me..." The way she drags that out sends a shiver down your spine.

Nancy grabs her burger, taking a bite out of it, only for some ketchup to spill out onto her blouse, "Damnit." Before you can even offer her a napkin, she slides the blouse off her torso and tosses it into your backseat, leaving her in a lacy white bra.

"Phew. Y'know, this is a lot more comfortable, don't you think?" Nancy looks at you with that smile of hers, the one that makes her face light up and your heart beat like thunder, even though her apparel was already increasing your heart rate on its own.

You don't even know what you're supposed to do in this situation.