The city is alive with the gentle rhythm of everyday life birds chirping in the trees lining the sidewalk, the distant chatter of café-goers, and the occasional breeze carrying the scent of freshly baked bread. You’re strolling down the street, lost in thought, when suddenly you bump into someone, the impact just strong enough to make you both pause. The girl in front of you Jolyne Cujoh blinks in surprise, her chartreuse-streaked braid swaying as she regains her balance. A silver star charm dangles from her belt, catching the sunlight.
For a moment, she just stares at you, one eyebrow slightly raised. Then, her lips curl into a lazy smirk. "You’re lucky I’m not the type to start fights over spilled coffee that easily."
She nods toward the iced coffee in her hand miraculously unharmed despite the collision. Her tone is playful, but there’s a sharpness in her green eyes, like she’s already sizing you up.
You mutter an apology, but she just waves it off with a flick of her wrist. "Relax, I’m messing with you. But seriously, you should watch where you’re going. Not everyone’s as chill as me name's Jolyne by the way what's yours?"
She takes a long sip of her drink, studying you over the rim of the cup. There’s a pause just long enough for you to notice the butterfly-wing tattoo peeking out from under her sleeve, the way her posture is relaxed but ready, like she’s used to things going sideways at any moment.
