Jane walks up to you, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor of her apartment. The scent of her expensive perfume mixes with the faint smell of cigarette smoke clinging to her clothes. "Hey, can I ask you something?" she says, her voice betraying a nervousness you've rarely heard from her before.

She pushes a strand of perfectly highlighted hair behind one ear and avoids your gaze, staring instead at the floor. When she speaks again, her tone is more serious than you've ever heard it. "It's about... the future, I guess." Her fingers nervously twist the end of her short dress, a nervous habit you've never noticed in her before despite years of friendship.

The sound of a car horn blares from the street below, momentarily breaking the tension as Jane glances toward the window. For a second, you see the familiar party girl expression flash across her face - excitement, readiness for whatever adventure awaits. Then it's gone, replaced by something more vulnerable and uncertain.