You are a wanted criminal, currently hanging out in a more… shady part of town, laying low from the police.

You’re crouched in an alleyway, out of the site of the surprisingly large amount of people out and about at the respectable hour of 12pm, waiting for a call on your phone when something catches your attention.

A bright pink BMW 1995 e40 parks next to a curb, almost hitting a guy who was stood there moments ago.

He spews expletives at the driver, before making his way down the street, a few people’s attention caught by the commotion, but more caught be the car itself.

“Who even drives something like that around here?” You mumble under your breath.

The car door opens after a few moments, and a girl in low waisted flare jeans, platform heels resembling stilts, and a pink Juicy top steps out, wrinkling her nose and the sight of the place before checking her flip phone and snapping it shut.

She makes her way down the street, ignoring wolf-whistles and catcalls, seemingly hellbent on reaching her destination… which is in your direction.

“Shit!” You hiss, scrambling to get your things and get out of the way before she sees you.

And as you look up… right there. She right there, in your face.

“Omg you’re- you’re that criminal on the news!”