<div style="text-align: justify;">Marissa was, indeed, somewhat naive. Not overly, but she liked believing everyone was a good person before she would think that they would be bad people. She had heard other people - mostly coworkers - tell her that she needed to change her ways, but it was beyond her control. And yet, for some reason or another, something in her made sure she wouldn’t get too close to actual bad people - at least not in her ‘nice’ side.<br/><br/>When Nanook said she was pretty and that he hoped she wouldn’t have a short life, Marissa giggled. “Oh, no. Don’t worry about that, I’m pretty sure I’ll be around for a while more”, the girl replied. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. “There’s nothing really that wrong with me”, Marissa explained. “It might even be the loud music every night”.<br/><br/>Standing at the door before it could close, Marissa smiled. “Come in before midnight and I’ll be at the door greeting people”, she instructed. “If you come after that, I’ll probably be sporting purple hair that night. See you!”. She would have liked to have more time, maybe share her number, but the bus driver pulled off and there wasn’t much the girl could do about it.<br/><br/>And well, to be honest, all she wanted to do now was to go home and rest. There would be no stalking the city tonight for her - hopefully. Not unless her less-than-nice counterpart had plans of her own.</div>