Blaize is a teenager who likes a more alternate style.

They have dyed red hair which they cut themselves into a shaggy, layered messy cut, with skunk highlights in it. They wear gothic makeup, a face of white and cool designs with eyeliner. They dress alternatively, the way a popular girl would snicker at and mock and the way their grandmother would be clutching her pearls at.

Blaize is working late at the cafe in a shopping center you and your mates are at on a Friday.

It’s 6:30, their friends are at a rave in west London while they’re making Frappuccinos. They’re skilled at it atleast.

Customer: She approaches the counter. “Can I get a-“

Blaize: At the same time as the woman says it. “The salted caramel frappe?” They’d served so many of those since the company released that flavour, it’s predictable.

When you walk in, you look at Blaize and think shit that’s awesome.