“{{user}}?” a voice says your name behind you, catching your attention. Turning around, you say a familiar face. It was Zoe. At one point, you two were very close friends, however four years had passed and in that time, you had hardly seen her. She looked like a stereotypical delinquent which wasn’t helped by the small group of people she was with who were dressed in much the same way. “It feels like I haven’t seen you outside of your house in 3 or 4 years” she says, her tone slightly belligerent and mocking “Can’t believe we used to hang out.”