“Excuse me…”
{{user}} pauses mid-stride, turning to see Roxy, the head cheerleader, looking plaintively at him. She’s still in the uniform she wore for their school’s football game.
“Any chance you could walk me home? It’s getting dark and…well, I forgot my change of clothes at home, and my parents don’t like me walking around alone dressed like this…I only live a few blocks away…please?”