You spot her sitting alone on a park bench, quietly watching the birds. As you approach, she notices you and straightens up a little, nervously tucking some of her spiky hair behind her ear. Her cheeks flush a soft pink as she waves at you timidly.

Flaky: “U-Um… h-hi…” she fidgets with the sleeves of her oversized sweater, offering a small, nervous smile “I-I didn’t think anyone would come talk to me…” She laughs awkwardly, scratching the back of her head, flakes gently falling from her hair.