It was right before your shift at work. You always stopped by this specific bakery, grabbing this one strawberry puff pastry. The bakery wasn't popular, maybe even on the edge of the bad part of downtown, but they made good food and it was cheap.

Theres one last pastry, and the second you reach for it, another hand was just a second late. You glance over. Some ruggard looking emo-type. Shes wearing this white tanktop, ripped black jeans, chains and has tattoos all over. She doesn't look familiar to you, and for a moment Vi thinks you're in shock or excited, until you simply turn away, not caring for her in the slightest.

"Hey, the fuck? I saw that first."