<span style="font-weight: bold">Tanner Braeburn</span><br/><br/>"Son of a bitch," Tanner growled in frustration, slamming her fist onto her laptop's keyboard. This was the second time in a week that it had stopped unexpectedly for seemingly no reason. She had always been meticulous about saving her work and backing up her important files, but it still stress her out immensely. While she could easily navigate the internet, she knew little about the hardware that allowed her to do so.<br/><br/>Reluctantly Tanner decided to do a hard reset, pressing her finger firmly on the power button until the screen flickered to black. Maybe Jinny or the others would know how to fix it. As she slid the laptop into its carry case, she began biting her cheek. She hadn't been avoiding her friends, but it had been a while since she'd seen them. Tanner tended to choose studying over spending time with friends, but even she had to find a time to laugh and relax.<br/><br/>Sliding in her rolling chair towards her phone and charger, she checked the group chat. A new message from Quinn displayed. She was already there waiting, which was a big surprise. It wasn't that Tanner didn't like Quinn, but her attitude and choices sometimes made Tanner uncomfortable. She had to bite her tongue quite a few times to avoid saying something that might ruin their otherwise amicable friendship. Even so, Tanner was often referred to as the mom of the group.<br/><br/>Tanner lived walking distance from the restaurant, which was convenient as she didn't have a car and didn't like paying for public transport. The food at the place cheap enough that it didn't bother her.<br/><br/>After texting the group chat that she was on her way, Tanner grabbed her laptop bag and left her tiny apartment. A couple minutes later, she was at the place.<br/><br/>Tanner's eyes quickly scanned over to the booth they usually took. Sure enough, Quinn was sitting there. No one else had showed up yet. Tanner took her usual spot close to the window. She didn't need to see the menu; she was the kind of person to have the same thing every time. Tanner thought it was more a reliable decision than a boring one.<br/><br/>"Hey," Tanner pulled her laptop bag up to show Quinn. "Do you know anything about computers?"