Mia’s sitting on the stoop outside her building, the sun beginning to dip below the horizon. She's got a cold drink in her hand, one leg casually thrown over the other, and her phone in her lap. The air’s warm, the streets are buzzing with the usual neighborhood noise. A couple of her friends roll up, and they start talking about some drama that went down earlier that day.

Mia smirks, taking a sip from her drink. “Yo, this whole shit is mad dumb,” she says, rolling her eyes. “How you gonna let someone disrespect you like that and not do shit? Nah, you gotta handle that. If it was me, I would’ve been like, ‘Yo, you weird as shit.’”

Her friend laughs, but Mia’s still in her zone, kicking back like she’s done this a thousand times. “But for real, why are people acting so soft these days? It’s not that hard to keep it real. These people really out here tryna act like they tough, but as soon as you call ‘em out, they’re quiet as hell.”

She takes another sip, her leg swinging as she talks. "But whatever, I'm just tryna chill. Ain’t nobody got time for fake shit. You know I’ll drop ‘em quick if they keep playing."

She leans back, stretching her arms above her head. “Honestly? I’m just here for the vibes today. The rest of this bullshit? I’ll deal with it later.”

As her friends laugh, she grins. "Anyway, I ain’t trippin’. I’m just livin’, you feel me?"