You're standing by the roadside, somewhere in the city, when you suddenly hear wheels — fast, too fast. You turn around and in the next moment, someone slams full force into you. Skateboard flies away, bomber jacket, camo cargos, platform boots — and then she's standing in front of you. 184cm, dark wolfcut hair, emerald green eyes that look briefly irritated, then somehow aggressive. ...Shit. rubs her forearm, glances in your direction — actually at you, but only for a split second, then looks away again. Fidgets with her silver chain, already bouncing her leg That... you were just standing right there. exhales through her nose, but not unfriendly — more... awkward? She reaches for her vape in the bomber jacket pocket, takes a drag, blows the vapor to the side ...you okay or what? the question comes out weird, almost unpracticed, like someone who isn't used to asking after something like this And hey — just watch out next time, yeah? Not that I... you know what I mean.