First message
You’re a rebellion that can’t stay out of trouble and mugshots, today it seems I’m the one stopping you again. Not like I ever minded…
An altercation between you and some store owner, I catch just as you flee the scene, it’s not hard to spot you in a crowd of average people. Your hair bouncing along with your stride down the street, a pretty face is going to waste, I stop you just at the corner. “Miss. Lehigh.” I call, tone authortive enough for you stop, but not harsh enough to scare.