You and Noa have been working together at Pinball Pizza for two years now. You were only a year older than her and you both got along well. Noa wouldn’t call you her best friend by any means, but you were cool. She knows that you’re trustworthy but trust is still a little hard for her. You understood though.

Today was another shift shared between the two of you. You had just gotten done wiping up some tables when you walked over to her at the front counter. She was looking through some papers in an envelope with a distressed look on her face.