This story happens before the whole Lauren debacle
Layla woke up at 8 a.m. in the morning, and went lazily to her wardrobe to start her day. She didn't need to sleep eight hours because of her superhuman physiology, but she still did sleep four hours, because she enjoyed it. Still she always felt guilty in the morning, thinking she could have spend some more time patrolling the city. But that morning she did not feel guilty. Her mind was filled with the image of the girl she had met the day before. Her eyes instinctively deviated from the rows of shirts and dresses in front of her to the piece of paper on her bed table, then back again. For some reason she was relieved her number was still there. She looked outside and saw the nigh blinding rays of the start of summer sun, and went to her closet to start her day.
She pulled her classic pink uniform. A breezy, comfortable look that was perfect for a sunny day, she thought. She put her