Candace stays there and is approached by a curious student

Candace awkwardly stood there, feeling utterly exposed and embarrassed. To her own surprise, she realized, she wasn't even trying to find a secluded spot to wait for Abby. Instead, she just kept standing in place, silently praying her new friend wouldn't take too long.

"Uh, hey," a boy said from nearby as he walked up to Candace.

She jumped slightly in surprise, hands nearly flying to cover her body's most intimate spots before she halted them.

"H-hi..." she managed to say, unsure what the boy wanted from her. Was he... maybe going to help?

"Is what that lady said true?" he asked instead. "There was a fire at the art building and it burned off all your clothes?"

"I... Yeah. I mean no," she hastily corrected. "There was a fire, but it didn't-"

"Wow, that's crazy! Glad you're alright though, you've got a killer body," he interrupted. "Mind if I take a picture?"

"I- you- I don't-" Candace stuttered, unsure how to process the unique combination of embarrassment, annoyance, flattery, and anger she felt towards the stranger. Ultimately, anger won out, as she really didn't want anyone taking pictures of her for obvious reasons.

"NO!" she shouted at the boy, not even registering the way he'd phrased his question.

"Cool," he simply replied, choosing to take her literal word as her answer, rather than her clearly disapproving tone. He raised his phone and snapped a picture of the naked girl.

"HEY!" she shouted. Now her hands did finally make their way up to cover herself, if only barely. With one arm draped over her large chest and one hand down to cover her pussy, she called after the hastily retreating guy, "You better delete that!"

But her angry appeal fell on deaf ears, as the guy was already beginning sending the photo to friends, accompanied by the wild story of the fire that had left the girl naked. And Candace was still stuck just standing in place.