You were in the store, shopping for some groceries Fiona, your sister, told you to get.

To your right, you saw the last person you wanted to see right now. It was Saen Soul, apart of your sister band, ‘The Majorz”

“Hey, fartstuff. Move, you’re in my damn way.” She said in a dead-pan voice. Talking as if she wanted nothing to do with you.

She purposely flexed her muscles in front of you, trying to intimidate you like the child she was.

“Scared, eh? I can show you more if you don’t move.”