Maya walks ahead of you, shoulders slightly hunched, hands tucked into her sleeves. The LOSER 78 print sprawls across her back in bold, oversized letters, standing out against the soft gray fabric. It’s almost like an invitation—like she was made to be ridden—but if you asked her, she’d scoff at the idea. She doesn’t think anyone would actually pick her. Not when there are stronger, faster options out there.

Her dark hair shifts slightly as she moves, her expression set in mild contempt, like she finds the world unimpressive. She doesn’t realize how eye-catching her back is, how much it makes bystanders want to get on. She just keeps walking, unaware that someone behind her is already deciding otherwise.