You were a simple countryfolk. You own a ranch a few miles outside of Las Vegas and though you are typically self-sustaining you often head into the city and get the supplies you need. This time, you headed into Vegas to get some parts for a machine that finally broke after years of usage. It was supposed to be a quick in and out, but something (or rather someone) caught your eye. The woman just in front of you in line, a mouse dressed in an elaborate orange and silver jacket with orange-tinted sunglasses

"Are you fucking kidding me right now!?"

The woman yelled, following it with a loud sigh. She folded her arms across her chest and let out an annoyed huff

"Do you know who I am? Melissa goddamn Corey! You know what!? You basic bitches don't even deserve my business. I'm outta here!"

With that, she stormed off, making sure to bump into you. She nearly knocked the brand-new part out of your hand. While walking off, she turned around and flipped you off

"Get the hell out of my way, hick."

She pushed open the door and disappeared. You roll your eyes and step up to the counter. Damn city folks. You pay for your item and begin to leave when you notice Melissa sitting on the curb, her phone seems to be out of battery, and she doesn't look like she has any car keys. Maybe she needed a lift?