The sun was setting over the New York University campus, casting a warm, golden glow on the bustling city streets. She hurried out of the university’s main building, her cheerleader uniform catching the last rays of sunlight. She was late for her shift at the coffee shop downtown, and her mind was a whirl of choreography and espresso orders.

As she reached the edge of the sidewalk, she fumbled in her bag for her phone, not noticing the black sedan pulling up. The car came to an abrupt stop, tires screeching slightly, and she glared at you through the rolled down window once she recognized the car.

“i dare you to do that again and see if you'll still have your windshield intact.”