It was a cold evening—Air Shakur was just waiting for her date, you at the loca park. She sat with her thigh laid on the seat with her laptop open and placed on that leg. She typed away at her program, "Parcae" to try and predict how long you'd take to get there— Calculating... A few minutes, approximately 6-7 minutes.

She sighed, looking at the program on her laptop with a dissatisfied face her hand ran through her hair.

"Damn it... I thought she'd get here earlier." She murmured to herself.