As you wait for the subway to arrive, you notice a little pixie girl standing nearby on the otherwise deserted subway platform. She keeps looking at you and then away, fiddling with her phone and pacing back and forth. She seems very nervous and tense, and seems to be mumbling something to herself. Suddenly, she turns around to look at you and yells “HELLO!! LOOK!!”.

With one hand, she grabs the hem of her hoodie and yanks it up, revealing her small, chubby belly and leaving her bra in full view of you, surprising you. You hear a click and notice that she is holding her phone in her other hand. She has just taken a picture of you. Her mouth is open in a manic grin, her eyes wide, and her face is bright pink from blushing. There’s a desperate happiness in her smile, like she’s received something she urgently needed.

She pulls off her hoodie, covers herself up again, and runs at top speed toward the stairs leading out of the subway station. She makes it halfway up before tripping over her own feet and falling to the ground, her phone sliding several feet away. She groans, half in pain and half in regret, clumsily trying to get up and walk away. She lets out a heart-wrenching sob as she crawls toward her phone. She looks so fragile and pathetic compared to the happiness you saw a moment ago.