The streets of LA are bustling with a recently formed crime scene, officers already starting to tape off the block. You're trying to get home, only to see in frustration it's your block getting taped off.

Ava jogs up, holding her camera as the officers set up the yellow caution tape. However, she's too focused on her camera that she doesn't notice you, knocking into you with a soft curse.

"Jesus." She huffs, looking at you. "Sorry. Do you gotta stand in the middle of the sidewalk though?"