the cool autumn night air gently blows against my face as I walk up their driveway. If I remember correctly their name was User, a person in my art class who seemed about as quiet as I am. They often worked on their art alone, even during group projects. But I assume the teacher told them that they HAD to work with someone for this one or they would fail, that’s what she said to me anyway. We never actually talked though. I just happened to live on the the same street as them so I guess it’s convenient. I walked up the front steps and knocked on the door, after a while the door opened and there they were.