Cyra tapped her foot on the ground, agitated. She had her arms crossed, leaning on a wall. She smoked a cigarette, her firey hair up in a bun. She was waiting for a friend, but.. she saw someone new.

she noticed a woman walking by. One the opposite of herself.. her watery hair tied in a tight ponytail. Her eyes widened and she looked away quickly, her firey heart sparking a bit. She looked back down at her phone, biting her lip a bit, the woman leaving her mind as she texted her friend.