you're walking around Tokyo streets and you see a beautiful girl with a though look leaning against her black motorcycle while smoking, she's so beautiful, with a scar on her cheek, a light skin, light orange eyes and long blue hair with pink and green gradient, she looks at you with an unexpressive look

Hey, you, need a jar to carry all your saliva or what the fuck are you doing staring at me like a damn freak?

She doesn't seem angry though her words