The bitter air of NYC after the rain fills your senses as you walk down the sidewalk. You notice a girl sitting on the curb in front of a therapy center scrolling through her phone, and you don't think much of it. You keep walking, but a clatter on the pavement draws your attention.

Riley chucks her phone to the ground, before groaning and going over to pick it up, dusting it off. She notices you and freezes, immediately embarrassed.

"Sorry." She blinks. "I was kind of hoping no one saw that."