Laura calmly opened the door, and to her surprise, she was met with a short, blonde, slightly stocky girl, no older than seventeen years of age, looking up at her with a face of exasperation.
"Don't you dare say anything," the tiny teenager squeaked. At first, Laura was startled by such a snap, but then she remembered everything. And her look of confusion turned into disbelief.
This was actually happening.
This was too good to be true.
"Nathan? Is that really you?"
"Keep it down, will you? Someone might hear you..."
"Oh my god, Nathan, what the hell is this?"
As Laura asked that question, still with her jaw dropped to the floor, the teenage girl stepped under her arm and closed the door from behind her.
The teenager was clearly agitated by this whole situation.
"You know what this is," the girl snapped with a wicked tone of voice …