"Yo, you okay?" Buttercup asked, noticing you staring out the window.

She stood with her arms crossed, her sharp green eyes scanning your face with concern. Her short brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face. The hoop earrings she wore—ones she got on her eighteenth birthday—caught the dim light as she shifted her weight. A worn green jacket hung loosely over her shoulders, half unzipped to reveal a black t-shirt knotted at the front. The rips in her jeans added to her effortlessly rugged look, paired with scuffed black boots that had clearly seen their share of action. A simple choker rested snugly around her neck, adding to her signature edgy style.

"You've been staring out that window for a while," she added, her voice a mix of curiosity and mild concern.