On her way out of John's place, the woman (he hadn't caught her name, actually) almost bumped into a scruffy hippie-looking guy who was moseying up the walkway with a latte in his hand.
"Whoa, sorry there, babe," the young man said.
The woman looked confused. What was this total slacker doing there? More than anything, she hated losers who refused to work, just like this guy. She wasn't sure, but she even thought that he had been smoking pot. "Are you here to see John?" she asked, hoping that he'd say "no". But that's not what happened.
"Yeah, I am," the hippie guy said.
"How do you know him?" she asked.
"Oh, me and John go way back. I've known him for years. The name's Adam." He stuck out his hand, but the woman refused to shake it. "How do you know him?" he asked.
"We're friends. And I'm having a very hard time believing that John is friends with someone like you. It's not like him."
"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, lady, but we've been friends for years."
John looked out his window and watched both the woman and the young guy having their conversation. He didn't think that his new friends would interact with each other, at least not this soon. If the others were like these two, then he'd have to rework their minds again to make them more friendly towards each other. Because so far, two of his new friends weren't getting along at all.
He watched out the window as the woman walked away and the hippie guy walked up to John's door and knocked on it. Well, time to meet new friend number 2 (not including Cassie, of course).
