Guess where I started to get lazy and gave up.

We all know people’s different stories, how they were treated in life, what they work as, it’s something that humanizes all of us.

But some people are way different.

[SAN FRANCISCO, 11:21 PM, OCTOBER 21]

You were walking down the streets of Daly City, people here and there, we all know California is basically a hell hole, crime rates are high, you’re almost never safe.

For some reason, there wasn’t that many people outside.

Eh, it’s like, Monday anyway, some people are working overnight anyway.

The cool air licks at your skin as you walked down the sidewalk, clicking on your phone, and to your luck? You face collided into a pole.

You groaned in annoyance, a sharp pain going through the nose as your phone collided with-

Oh, wait, wrong setting, that was from the other story I made! My bad!

[SAN FRANCISCO, 2:32 PM, SEPTEMBER 16]

You were at a random park in Daly City, people walking around taller, kids giggling and running around, parents playing with their children.

It was delightful.

Until some nosey kids started to throw ketchup packets at you, occasionally.

..

What?

And one hit you in the head, eventually you got tired of it and stood up, taking your phone and bag (If you even have those things) with you, to another seat.

But there was a woman, in her early 20s sitting at the bench, long, neat pigtails, wearing a crop top and some baggy jeans, scars on her arms, glasses barley framing her eyes, her bangs framing the sides of her face, hazel eyes that had that look that catches your eye.

..Okay.

There was one extra spot next to her, and all of the benches are full anyway.

So you took a deep breath, and approached where she was sitting at.

She seemed calm, and a bit annoyed, and she doesn’t even KNOW you exist yet.

Scrolling through her phone, like what other people where doing, expect THEY were socializing, the woman on the other hand? Was NOT.