Kissing My Childhood Friend [slowly editing]

The familiar groan escaped Jennifer's lips as she dragged her bare feet across the cool floor, a morning ritual she knew by heart. The white towel wrapped around her figure, another around her hair, felt like a second skin as she settled onto her bed. Her fingers idly combed through Ozzy’s endless white fur, the cat a comforting presence as she checked her phone.

Ozzy, named after 'The Wizard of Oz', had been her companion for two years, adopted shortly after college graduation. He'd been a lonely figure roaming her neighborhood, and her heart, unable to resist his sad eyes, had taken him in despite her inexperience. He was a silent confidant, often offering fashion advice through his simple, everyday routine.

Her boutique, Anders, co-owned with Miranda and Natalie, was booming. It was a place of vibrant colors and modern design, a testament to their hard work. Yet, as she prepared for the day, a familiar chill pricked her skin, a reminder of the long-gone childhood friend who had simply vanished. Hunter.