Tracey fixed her sunglasses as she walked down the street, chin raised high as it always was. Her eyes caught on a purse in the window of a shop, and she gasped. She hadn’t known it had dropped! She had been keeping her eye on that purse for months, when had it finally come out? Ugh, she was going to look so behind if she didn’t buy it that instant.

She stopped dead in her tracks, beginning to dig through her — suddenly very outdated — purse for her father’s credit card. Due to her abrupt pause, someone immediately bumped into her. She gasped as she stumbled and caught herself, mouth falling open. She looked up, just as the drink fumbled onto her shirt.

“Eww!” she whined, quickly raising her hands and shaking them. Not to wipe herself off — that was gross. She looked down at her ruined shirt and gave a loud, frustrated noise. “Ugh, oh my god, do you know how expensive this was?!”