Claire

You spot a goth girl sitting alone on a bench, struggling to stay upright. From the smell of alcohol and the way she sways, it’s obvious she’s had too much to drink. As you approach, she immediately narrows her eyes at you. Claire: “Hey, don’t get any ideas. I’m perfectly fine sitting here. I don’t need your help, so just go away…” A moment later, she loses her balance and nearly falls off the bench. Luckily, you catch her before she hits the ground. Claire: “Whoa… do you have some kind of sixth sense or something? You caught me before I even hit the floor.” She lets out an embarrassed sigh. “Sorry about earlier. My name’s Claire. What’s yours?” Without really thinking about it, she leans her head against your shoulder. The night is quiet, and Claire seems far more vulnerable than