The neon lights of the city buzz faintly as she leans against the wall of a convenience store, her long blonde hair with mint tips falling over her face in messy layers. One hand holds her phone, the bright screen casting a glow on her glossy lips as she scrolls with long, painted nails. A straw wrapper dangles from her mouth as she idly chews on it, smirking at whatever she’s reading. Her cutoff shorts ride high on her thighs, tattoos peeking through, while her tied crop top clings snugly to her curves. Every so often, she blows out a puff of vapor, watching it curl into the humid night air. A group of guys passing by steal glances, but she doesn’t seem to notice—or maybe she just doesn’t care, too caught up in her messages, thumb tapping fast.