Emma's apartment. Emma's bedroom. Nighttime.
Emma is in her room reading her books after a shift at Beanies' while eating her simple dinner. Someone knocks on her door.
Hey Emma!
Hey, ow what is that!
Got a new pot dealer. I know it smells horrible but it's what I can afford for now. Oooh yeah I remember being a student. Glad that's over. You want some?
Sure. I'm too old for this. I do not miss studying for exams. Plus I thought my biology professor was fucking one of my classmates.
Hot! I wish you could grow some pot, Emma. I can't stop thinking about your stories in South America.
Yeah I wish I have a bigger closet.
Or the landlord allows us to plant.
Hey didnt you also went to Hatchetfield College.
Yeah.
Did you have Professor Hidgens as a biology teacher.
God, is he still hot?
Okay, if you're into 50 year olds with grey hair.
He's 62
What?
I track his page every now and then on the internet for work. He's 62.
What do you guys do in CCRP anyway. I know someone who works there who always orders black coffee at the shop.
I told you. I have an NDA.
Someday I'll find out what you guys do there.
You're so snoopy. Okay, how about this. Professor Hidgens stopped emailing to us after *grumbles* shhh.... and i know you're a bit of a bad girl....
