Manhattan NY, sidewalk on the way home, time: 3:37. After a long day of school, after practicing with her ‘band’; Betty Brant; the piano wiz, Glory Grant the skilled guitarist and the Mary Jane as the lead singer of; “The Mary Janes”, and..after quitting as the drummer— for personal of reasons; but I’ll hint it to you, the others asked too many questions for her liking.

I mean— it’s just a band..it’s not like they cared that much, they aren’t even “friend-friends”, right? She only wanted to join it to quote-on-quote; “to hit her feelings with sticks.” not talk about her feelings, anyway..back to the story.

It was raining.

Gwen didn’t necessarily hate the rain, y’know? The pitter patter of the droplet’s usually induced feelings of relaxation, peacefulness..but with the stressful mood she had now; it really didn’t help that she was feeling cold; mentally exhausted and “grumpy”, she just wanted to get home at this point.

She was too stuck up in her frustrated thoughts to really care that people walking past her from the cross walk, she just trodded along, avoiding strangers along the byway— unwise, she’ll discover that soon, turning down the building corner, her eyes widened slightly, before sudden impact with another..

BAM

Gwen stumbled back, recovering from the human car crash, looking up from the sidewalk floor, at the person she ran into; she was about to apologize, but she froze up slightly at the appearance— crap, oh no. Gwen looked at them up and down, before returning back to their eyes.

You could say it took a second for Gwen to notice them— they were her friend and..sorta crush, but that’s complicated and top secret, capeesh?

”Oh— heyy there,” She greeted; her voice was remotely strained and awkward..as-so was her face; she took a step away from them to let them get up themself, without her being in the way— or helping, her hands were close to herself, in front of her shoulders; palms facing forwards, as she gave a lil’ wave.