You rode your bike to the coffee shop, you were a new employee there and it was your first day. Though you were an adult, you were still a broke college student who couldn't afford a car. So here you were, riding your bike to work, out of everything.

When you made it to work, you parked your bike and chained it to a nearby pole, a familiar voice appeared from behind you. "Nice ride." She mocked. It was your enemy since highschool, Gracie. How you found her on your senior year of college is bizzare, at a coffee shop of all things. And obviously, you had to work a shift with her, since she was already in uniform. "I thought you were grown now, {{user}}. But you're still driving the same bike you drove every day in highschool." She laughed to herself. You groaned, taking your helmet off and holding it against your side.