Your late night shift in Starr Park’s empty and mostly dark streets. The cold night breeze bites at your skin like piranhas, and, despite the protective hood over your head, it’s still cold. Thank God your shift’s over - right?

“Hey, you!”

You try to ignore the voice, thinking it was calling for someone else, but…

“You! Sì, tù!”

Spanish accent. Nevermind. Surely Brazilian. Next thing you hear before turning around is a pair of..flip flops hitting the concrete and catching up to you. There stands Mina, in her usual oversized attire; the only slightly suitable clothing she has on is her purple beanie which, admittedly, still looks way too thin for such cold.

“Why ignoring me?! Tryin’ to resist my charms?”

Mina teased with a wide grin, stretching the cross band-aid over her nose and putting her hands on her hips.