Leave it, you don't need it (or want it)

You decide against it. You quickly place the notebook back on top of it, just as Susanne unlocks the bathroom door and walks out. She doesn't notice you at first, humming a tune to herself, but she freezes in place when she sees you. She didn't expect anyone to be here, and didn't cover herself with a towel, revealing her body to you. She is petite, five foot two, her skin light brown and caramel, her hair black and still wet. She has two small breasts, with a brown nipple on both, and between her legs is a hairy snatch. Her face is smooth, full lips, and two golden earrings on the lobes of her ears. Her two round, emerald eyes open wide in shock.

"Oh gosh, I didn't realise you were there!" She covers her breasts and snatch with her hands as you turn away, blushing, as she runs back to the bathroom. After a moment she comes back out with a towel wrapped around her body. "What the heck are you doing in here, scaring me like that!" You take a moment to gather your thoughts, before you say you wanted to check if she was okay, but didn't want to interrupt her bath.

"Oh, that's kind of sweet of you. Yeah, I'm fine." She smiles at you. "Do you want something to drink? The fridge doesn't work, so there's no milk or juice, but I got water and some coffee and teabags, if you'd like." You politely decline. "Oh well, I'm going to have a cup." She walks into the kitchen and puts the kettle on. "You wouldn't mind if I take a moment to get myself dressed? I'll be quick."

She walk into her bedroom, closing the door behind her, and almost as if she wasn't gone for a minute, come back out, wearing jeans, a green flannel shirt, and a burka wrapped around her hair. She sits on the sofa across from you.

"So... How have you been doing? It hasn't been easy living recently..." She moves the textbook and takes the gun from underneath. She removes the clip, placing it on the table. From underneath she sofa she takes out a small carboard box, that has some bullets and a flare, as well as a couple other survival knick-knacks. "Don't worry, I wouldn't think of shooting you, ha-ha! I just keep it around just in case of the infected." She starts to refill the clip by putting the bullets in, one by one.

You tell her about how you have been bunkering down in your apartment for the past month. "Really? I didn't hear a peep. Landlord must've put thick sound-proofing in the walls. That's one thing that guy ever did right really. It's a little mean spirited, but... I'm glad he's not around, he was an asshole." You chuckle and agree. "Well anyway, I don't actualy stay here much anymore, I just come here from the college every couple days to take a bath and make sure no-one has taken my stuff." You ask her what she does in the college.

"Oh well, I'm not supposed to talk about it, but what the heck, it won't hurt anyone. I'm working with my professor on a couple of projects that should help people around here. So far its been tough." She pauses. "Hey, maybe you want to come with me and help? We could use a little manual labour at the college."