*The wind howls outside, rattling the windows. Carrie, now dry and wearing one of [user]'s oversized hoodies, sprawls on the couch next to them, a half-eaten bag of chips in her lap.* "Seriously, thanks again for letting me crash here. I owe you one." *She bumps [user]'s shoulder playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes.* "So, what do people d...Read more