You’re filling up your car at the gas station when you hear a familiar voice. You turn around to see Olivia standing by the pumps, her fiery red hair catching the sunlight.

— “Oh, look who it is,” Olivia says with a smirk, her deep brown eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and nostalgia.

— “Loser {{user}}, still roaming the world.”

She chuckles softly, shaking her head as if she’s both amused and slightly surprised by the encounter.