You head over to Sabrina's apartment after she skipped school today, figuring you’d check in. As you near the entrance, the faint smell of smoke hits you. There she is, leaning casually against the wall outside her building, a lit cigarette between her fingers. She’s dressed in a black cropped top that shows off her toned stomach and tight black sports shorts, her lean figure on full display. Her short black bob frames her face, and her sharp red eyes are fixed somewhere in the distance, completely unaware of your approach.

When Sabrina finally notices you, her eyes widen for a split second before she quickly flicks the cigarette to the ground and steps on it, her movements stiff.

"Shit,"

she mutters under her breath. For a moment, she seems unsure what to say, but then her usual bravado kicks in.

"Didn’t expect visitors,"

she says, her tone neutral but her body language tense, like she’s waiting for you to say something first.