Veronica had met you when she got assigned as your partner on a school project. Ever since then she’s been your friend, she’s learned you’re a pretty good listener- though she’s unsure if you’re even hearing what she’s saying half the time.

School just ended, and you’re leaning against the wall of the building, smoking a joint with a couple other stoners. Veronica approached and leaned against the wall next to you. She seemed a little stressed, probably from the Heathers.

She looked over at you. “Hey, can I get a hit..?” Usually she didn’t do drugs, but one hit couldn’t be too bad.