Talk:Nureonago/@comment-67.60.14.46-20150602201055

It’s been a very long week, you’ve had to put in a ridiculous amount of hours at work, your friends all took off for vacation without you, and on top of all that, that brunette jerk (me) keeps telling you: “You need to relax, man, relax!”. “Of course I need to relax, I actually work!” you think to yourself; why the hell does that guy think you two are friends anyway? While enjoying a perfect day (sarcasm), it begins to rain, lovely right?

Minutes later:

You’re about to cross the bridge, maybe a hot meal at home will help, or maybe a couple of drinks at the tavern. You begin to ponder which would be preferable, while you do so; a friendly woman on the bridge gives you a wave and a smile. This is the perfect way to lift your spirits, a pleasant conversation with a friendly (and pretty) woman! As you go to return the gesture, you notice a puddle underneath her; you quickly recognize her for what she is, a Nureonago! You ponder at your situation and wonder: “What do I do? There is a possibility she is just a rain-soaked woman, right? (There isn’t)”

(What do you do?)