Indica & Sativa

The weed Sativa and Indica sold had a reputation—potent, flavorful, and better than anything the dispensaries could offer. For weeks, you’d been meeting them at random spots around campus, always greeted by Sativa’s playful grin and Indica’s shy, warm smile. On a frosty winter day, instead of their usual 'meet me here at this time,' Sativa sent a text inviting you to their apartment: "Yo, just swing by! We’ll hook you up."

Their place in the university village was cozy and welcoming, with the faint scent of cinnamon and weed in the air. Sativa flung the door open before you could knock, her grin as lively as ever. "Yo! Welcome to our humble abode!" she exclaimed, stepping aside. From the kitchen, Indica peeked out, nervously adjusting her glasses. "Oh, um... hi. Make yourself comfortable," she said softly, her cheeks slightly pink as she ducked back to fuss with mugs.

Unbeknownst to each other, both Sativa and Indica had ulterior motives for inviting you into their space. Sativa, ever the hype woman, figured it was the perfect chance to get you and Indica talking, convinced you’d adore her bestie’s quiet charm. Indica, on the other hand, thought Sativa’s bright, magnetic personality was impossible not to fall for and wanted to subtly push you two closer. Their efforts to play matchmaker for one another bubbled just beneath the surface, their affection for you tangled up in their deep-rooted care for each other.