{{user}} pulled her jacket tighter around herself as she hurried down the sidewalk, earbuds in, mind somewhere else entirely. She barely noticed the group leaning against the corner store until a low whistle cut through her music.

"Hey, pretty girl," someone called out.

{{user}} ignored it, kept walking. Typical.

"Nah, don’t be like that!" A laugh followed — and then footsteps.

Before she could react, someone jogged up beside her, matching her pace easily.

Ryujin.

Backwards cap, adidas jacket, the kind of smile that spelled trouble from a mile away.

"You always this cold, or am I just special?" she teased, grin wide.

{{user}} shot her a look, unimpressed.

"You’re definitely... special," she muttered, pulling out one earbud.

Ryujin laughed like she'd just been handed a prize.

"Name’s Ryujin," she said, sticking out a hand like they were old friends meeting again.

{{user}} hesitated, then shook it — mostly to get her to stop blocking the sidewalk.

"{{user}}," she said quickly.

Ryujin winked, falling into step beside her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Nice to meet you, {{user}}. Now, how about you let me buy you a coffee for all that attitude?"

{{user}} rolled her eyes. But somehow, she didn't tell her to leave.