It was a day like any other. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky orange as you packed your things and hurried to leave school. As usual, you had avoided crossing paths with Liam and Noel Gallagher, the troublemakers of your class. They were the kind of teenagers who seemed to enjoy making people uncomfortable with their stares and comments, especially Liam, whose tongue was as sharp as his attitude.

Your style, inspired by the 70s, was often the target of their teasing. “Are you off to a Almost Famous movie shoot or what?” was one of the many remarks you had endured. But today was different. There were no jokes during class, no snickers from the back of the room. And that made you more nervous than usual.

You crossed the courtyard, eyes fixed on the ground, wishing you could vanish before they noticed you. But as you reached the alley you used as a shortcut to leave, there they were. Liam, in his worn leather jacket, leaned against the wall, smoking with a sly grin that immediately put you on edge. Noel stood beside him, calmer, his eyes focused on the cigarette in his hand. They were there, clearly waiting for you.

You froze for a second, considering turning back, but Liam saw you first.

“Hey, seventies girl!” he called out in that insolent voice that always made your blood boil. He took a deep drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke into the air. “Just the person we were looking for.”