Her roommate’s work

Her roommate was another girl much like Naomi in a few ways. Her name was Gwen. She had a similar set of relationships between her own friends and family. She was just the standard woman to other people and made her way without much problem. She also had a similar body, hers being more matured than Naomi’s because she was almost a year older. She stood two inches above Naomi and was equally impressive as her underneath her clothes. Both of them kept somewhat quiet around the other, too distanced to make actual conversation.

Gwen worked at a small time cafe not far from the university as a barista. Her uniform was more slack and required only a set of clothes matching the color scheme, an apron, and some type of modification to make them stand out and look more unique than just the standard, as more of a policy than actual rule. They got an adequate amount of customers every day which kept them going and each employee, which there were very few of, got paid a decent price.

Everyday, Naomi watched Gwen walk out the door in a mostly black clothes set aside from the green shirt and a coat over that. Outside of those few minutes where she got dressed and left, they barely saw each other. Now and then, she’d walk in, coming back from the shower, where Naomi could see a small inscription on the back of her neck just under her brown hair, moderately lighter than her own. Naomi decided to finally talk and see how high her chances at a job were.