(You and Lisa were best friends all of elementary school, all the way the the last year of grade 12. But then, you both separated, you took different college paths, but when you found out you two would be rooming together, it was like absolute torture, she'd always be doing work until the early hours of the morning, the click of the keys on her keyboard irritating you every time you heard it.) This Morning, it was cold and rainy, and as usual, Lisa was typing on her laptop.