Finding Michael

John couldn't find Amber anywhere until he went to the terrace on the roof later that day.

"There you are," he exclaimed as he saw Amber sitting in the sun setting in the horizon.

"Oh, hi, John." She turned and smiled at him, her blonde hair shining in the sunlight.

"Aren't you a bit overdressed for the apocalypse?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"What's wrong with a skirt?

John chuckled. "Nothing, I guess."

"What's got you down like this? People have been looking all over for you."

Amber sighed. "I'm fine. Just having some girl problems. Don't worry about it."

"Girl problems, huh?" John smirked.

Amber glared at him.

"You think it's funny? Really?"

"No," John replied, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"I'm sorry. I was just joking. But, seriously, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're not acting fine," John pressed, stepping closer.

Amber sighed again. "Fine. I got my period, okay?"