<div style="text-align: justify;">Mari wouldn't have minded getting to know Nanook better either. She was the kind of person who liked being around people. Everyone she met was usually regarded as a possible friend. Nanook, though, made Mari feel a little bit different. It was as though something clicked there between them. Of course she wouldn't say anything about it. She already felt crazy enough as it was, after all. Shaking her head to clear her mind, the girl sighed.  She really needed to stop thinking about her problems and focus on work. It wasn't easy when her arm hurt so bad she wanted to scream, but she tried. <br/><br/>"Of course, go ahead. I'll get myself some juice", Mari replied when Nanook asked her if it would be possible for him to get some water. Parting ways with him, the girl went to the counter and talked to the bartender. By the time Nanook reached her again, the girl was already waiting with a small plastic bottle, containing something that seemed to be strawberry juice. <br/><br/>Once they finally reunited, Marissa smiled and gestured for Nanook to follow her. Once he did, she led him through the club to a small back door. A few steps led to a small area where there was a white metal bench. The girl was closing the back door when she heard Nanook's question. Her small hand gripped the door handle tightly. Her big blue eyes grew even wider, as though someone had just told her the most shocking news she had ever heard.<br/><br/>She stood there, silent, while he continued to speak. After a few seconds, she walked - or stumbled - down the steps and dropped on the bench, pale and trembling a little. Her voice finally came out, very soft. "How?", she muttered, unable to articulate a complete sentence.</div>