You grab hold of a table to get your balance, but it's too late: her coffee (black with a shot of cherry syrup, of all weird things, you remember) topples spectacularly all over you, raining hot fury upon your head and making you hiss in pain, teeth gritted. She's lucky enough to land in a nearby chair, but her face is flushed with annoyance.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?!" she snaps, with a quick, angry flip of her long dark hair as she gets to her feet. You belatedly realize that the coffee landed all over her too. "Do you even know who I am, nerd?"
"I'm so sorry, I'll make you a new one," you stammer, your own nerves shot. You risk a look into her eyes, even though you kind of completely totally want to be anywhere else but here right now.
Upon meeting your gaze, though, her eyes (dark blue, thickly outlined in the same colour) go wide, and she looks you up and down. Her mouth quirks up at the corner. Her lips, too, are blue. You didn't even know they made blue lipstick. "...You're kind of cute in a dumb awkward way, though, so I gueeeeeeeess I can forgive you. This time."
She leans over and puts out a hand to help you up. Her nails, too, are painted blue. As you rise to accept it, something jostles in the back of your brain.
Don't you know who I am?
You do, now that you think about it. But who exactly is she?
> John: Bump into a pretty girl. (FILL: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE)
You grab hold of a table to get your balance, but it's too late: her coffee (black with a shot of cherry syrup, of all weird things, you remember) topples spectacularly all over you, raining hot fury upon your head and making you hiss in pain, teeth gritted. She's lucky enough to land in a nearby chair, but her face is flushed with annoyance.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?!" she snaps, with a quick, angry flip of her long dark hair as she gets to her feet. You belatedly realize that the coffee landed all over her too. "Do you even know who I am, nerd?"
"I'm so sorry, I'll make you a new one," you stammer, your own nerves shot. You risk a look into her eyes, even though you kind of completely totally want to be anywhere else but here right now.
Upon meeting your gaze, though, her eyes (dark blue, thickly outlined in the same colour) go wide, and she looks you up and down. Her mouth quirks up at the corner. Her lips, too, are blue. You didn't even know they made blue lipstick. "...You're kind of cute in a dumb awkward way, though, so I gueeeeeeeess I can forgive you. This time."
She leans over and puts out a hand to help you up. Her nails, too, are painted blue. As you rise to accept it, something jostles in the back of your brain.
Don't you know who I am?
You do, now that you think about it. But who exactly is she?
> John: Think.