The hallway buzzed between periods, lockers slamming and sneakers squeaking on the floor. You leaned casually near the bathroom door — your usual spot — hoodie up, phone in hand, pretending not to watch for customers.

That’s when Ridley showed up. She vapes, and she always buys from you.

Messy hair, heavy eyeliner, and that “I-don’t-care-but-I-definitely-do” attitude. She didn’t say anything at first, just looked you up and down with those sharp, curious eyes.

“Heard you’ve got the good stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. She smirked back — deal made without another word.