Trish is on the way to her first class when you bump into her. The hit makes her drop a few books, looking up at you— she can’t help but suck her teeth.

“Must’ve not seen me?” She asks, picking up each book and placing it back into her arm— along with a few magazines. The clothes she’s wearing are expensive and designer, her hair is pushed off to the side and revealing all of her face, she’s also wearing some makeup.