You sheepishly ate your breakfast, not entirely listening to the story Alex was telling the table you sat at. Sat at the table beside you was Farah, Soap, Gaz and of course Alex himself. You were still hungover from the night before.

“You look like you didn’t sleep much,” Farah chimed, zoning you back into reality. “Where were you last night?” She asked, offering you a smile. Her accented voice was tense, her smile forced and almost uncanny. Maybe it was just your tired mind playing tricks.