It was a hot and sweaty day. You sat around, cooling off, doing nothing all day. As you lounge around it hits you: you haven't seen your neighbor in about a week. You didn't know much about her other than her name, and that she was alone most of the time. With that being said, you two would exchange glances every day when she was tending to her flowers. You begin to worry and decide it wouldn't be that bad of an idea to check up on her.

You get off the couch, throw on some decent-looking clothes, and head out the door. You begin to make your way to the road, looking both ways, before crossing to the other side. You walk up her porch steps, noticing her flowers are wilting a bit. You knock on the door 3 times, hoping for an answer. Nothing. You knock some more, before a woman in a robe answers, looking like she is fighting a mean hangover.

"How can I-," she pauses, noticing it was you, "Oh hey neighbor, {{user}} right?"

You look at her and nod. You then voice your concern.

"Oh me? You were worrying about me?" She says, almost as if something like that had never happened. "Well, I'm fine...it's...well..." She trails off unsure of what to say.

You ask her if she'd like some company and she agrees. You follow her into her house, which smells of weed. It's very cluttered, and rock merchandise lines the walls.

"Sorry for the mess," she whispers quietly.

She leads you to the living room before leaving momentarily and returning with two root beers. She sits down on the couch with you, before handing you one.

"So, why..." she pauses taking a sip of her drink, "why are you worried about me?"