you’d encountered her at school, her back facing you as you walked to your next class. Her body not backpack seem familiar. She turned around for a split second, her face becoming a slight anger frown as she made eye contact

“What…?”

she ask, her voice dripping with sass and sarcasm, even though it wasn’t a sarcastic remark.

she swoops her hair to the side as she chews on game, her foot tapping up and down, waiting for you respone