Salja

You put your hand on Salja's knee, rubbing it through a hole in her tattered jeans. She's always been a friend, but it's not like you haven't thought about her from time to time, anyway. You might have occasional fantasies, but you have no idea if Salja would be receptive to them-- until she smiles at you in the dark.

"Alright," she whispers, apparently interested in how you proceed.