<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #FFFF00">“Fuck”</span>, the mop of curly hair muttered when an alarm went off in the room. With a groan, the young woman sat up slowly, her hair covering her face. Without even bothering to pull it away, she held out her arm and turned the alarm off. A soft sigh of relief escaped her lips. Silence, at last. Angelique couldn’t even remember why she had kept the alarm on. It wasn’t like she was supposed to go anywhere this morning.<br/><br/>With a groan, Angelique finally forced herself out of bed and tied her hair on a messy bun. Since she wasn’t going to fall back to sleep, she’d better move and do something. A cup of coffee would be a good start for the day. And then...what? There was nothing to do, really. She was out of work for now, and just out of a will to do anything anyway. Her latest work assignment had been a major failure. How was she supposed to know she would have freaked out with rats? Rats, of all things, something she had never feared before - or since. Her doctor had told her it had just been piled up stress that had called her to snap like that.<br/><br/>And now, she was out on her butt and without a regular job. Not that she would starve. No, money was not the problem. One, she had enough savings to get her through a few years of frugal living. And with the contacts she had made, she would definitely find something else soon. Things would work out. They always did, as Lady Luck seemed to like her. That didn’t help much right now, as the sense of failure still left a bitter taste in Angelique’s mouth. Deciding that she wouldn’t do anything productive for the day, she the young woman took a shower, put on sweatpants and a comfortable T-shirt and turned her laptop on, preparing for a way of mindless Facebook browsing. Busy as she normally was, Angelique hardly had the time to catch up with her friends and relatives online. So, now was as good time as any.<br/><br/>Picking up her cup of coffee and sitting at the kitchen counter, she started browsing around, just checking what other people had been up to. People traveling, people talking about work, pictures of children and pets. A comment here, an inbox message there, specially for relatives, and then she saw something that caught her eye. Kyle. It had been a while since they had last met, but she still remembered him. How could she forget? They had been good friends and even dated for a while in college. With a soft smile, she started snooping around his profile, curious about what her friend could be up to. Working on some house, probably, as usual.<br/><br/>Seeing that he was working at a property named Old Sycamore, in Louisiana, made a bell ring in Angelique’s mind. Being originally from New Orleans, Angie knew the surrounding area quite well, since her family had come from other parts of the state into the city. Old Sycamore… the name was really familiar, but her still sleepy mind couldn’t quite grasp it. A quick Google search jumpstarted her mind, though. Feeling excited for the first time after she had lost her job, Angelique added a comment to the latest picture of the place where Kyle was working.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Hey, man! I can’t believe that’s where you are now! Did you know my family’s originally from this exact area? Would it be possible for me to come visit? Let me know! Missin’ you!”</span><br/><br/>After sending the comment, feeling a little more cheerful for some reason, Angelique decided to get some music playing and start reorganizing her life. Maybe, if Kyle accepted her there, she might make a series of videos there, and get them both some visibility. That would definitely be fun, and she could make a few videos around the town as well, as towns in that area usually had beautiful constructions. This should be fun.</div>