"It's convenient. I'm not sure how I feel about having a smell."

"Everybody does. I'm used to yours by now. I could probably track you from anywhere in town."

"I think I'll go with 'flattered', instead of all the other adjectives I could be."

To the apartment they go.

Matt gossips idly about the inhabitants of houses they pass; based on how many dragons and spaceship pilots there are, he's probably making it all up.

Juliet will ask the appropriate questions about such people, listening with interest. Who knew there were so many dragons in the neighborhood!

Eventually they arrive at a fancy looking apartment building and Juliet leads them up. If he's looking closely he can see that the lock on the front door is bent out of shape and broken.

Inside is a bit of a mess. Juliet has obviously made herself at home, there are clothes thrown about and bits of paper and homework on most of the available surfaces. Theres a projector running,  loudly playing some sort of black and white horror movie. There's also two sets of music playing; one in the kitchen, some sort of indie music and another coming from the direction of what is maybe the bathroom.

Overall: It's a lot.

"Very distinctive. Need help packing?"

"I was planning on coming back here after tonight, if it goes badly with my dad. So no packing really required."

She picks up a control and turns the music and projector off.

"I need a lot of noise. I get all angsty when I'm cooped up all alone."

"I'm mostly the same," he says, and indeed, he's humming along to one of the songs, improvising the parts that he didn't hear.

She smiles at him and kisses him. "You're perfect."

"Ready to go?"

"Give me ten minutes."

And she goes off and comes back ten minutes later all clean, still wearing his shirt but some shorts instead of his tracksuit pants.

"Comic store? You can introduce me to the world of superheroes and villians."

"Sure. Try not to get too into it. It's an expensive hobby."

The comic book store is a tiny little place, on its own little island on a main road.

It's not very busy, but in such a small space, other customers are immediately noticed.

"What about this one?"

"Archie? No, you're not starting with Archie. I just need to find the right issue..."

"Oh hey, it's Harleys friend. Hello Harley Friend and person I've never met before."

"Scott, am I supposed to be Harley's friend? Hello, random girl and guy who looks sort of familiar."

"I'm Scott, he's Stiles. We're both friends with Harley. I don't think I know your name. And you're Matt, right?"

"I'm Matt, yeah. This is Juliet, dodgeball extraordinaire."

"Is that my claim to fame now?"

"Well, we were actually there. I guess Matt heard it secondhand?"

"I've got my finger on the social pulse."

"What are you looking for?"

"Just something for beginners."

"So are we. Maybe we should just ask the clerk."