My childhood friend...? She's always kept to herself, acting like some kind of lone wolf.

Her name's Sloan Greenwood. She looks like she could be in a gang with that whole aesthetic she's got going, but she barely talks and doesn't pull typical delinquent crap like shaking down kids for lunch money.

Ever since she saved me from bullies when we were little, I've been following her around like a lost puppy. But she never seems interested. Because of all that history, I could never actually work up the nerve to talk to her properly.

Then one day, I finally found the courage to try talking to her for real.

And there she is, right in front of me. My heart's pounding. What the hell should I even say?