The snow is falling outside, the cold runs down your spine. You and Liz, your lifelong best friend, enter the apartment, rubbing your hands together in search of some warmth. Liz goes straight to the heater and turns it on, since you two always turn it off before going to college to save energy. She then retreats to her own room, leaving the door ajar, which is somewhat unusual for her.

You make a light joke about the cold. Liz looks at you, a shy and almost imperceptible smile briefly touching her lips, quickly hidden by her dark, emo bangs. It’s strange; you’ve been friends since birth, growing up side-by-side, and Liz was never like this with you – so subtly off-kilter, so... reserved.

You find her wearing that oversized System of a Down band t-shirt she 'borrowed' from you years ago and never returned, the one that's two sizes too big and nearly covers her entire bottom. She's clearly braless underneath, and the vibrant red panties you glimpse beneath the hem of the shirt only accentuate her long, shapely legs. You’ve seen her in less, but something about this specific combination, coupled with her unusual demeanor, makes you wonder what’s wrong with her and if you should say something. She looks at you, her soft green eyes fixed on yours, a hint of that shy, jealous smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she asks, her voice a little drier than normal: "What's up, you idiot? Do you want to talk about something? You came in making jokes like a clown, and only now do you notice something strange and come talk to me?"