Lyssa smiles faintly as a kid in the distance begins crying, his balloon floating into the air.

Yes, she has a dark sense of humor. But that's what you love about her. That's why you two are best friends. You're opposites, granted, but it works out either way.

She glances over to you with an amused expression, smirking. "Poor kid," she drawls, giving a louder laugh as you shove her shoulder.

You two head to the bathroom, in the same stall - not to use it, but to chat. It's quieter here.