It's pushing toward evening. School is out for the day, and people from all walks of life are socializing in a cozy café. In that same café, someone sits by themselves in the corner, eyes glued to an electronic tablet. She has big, noise-canceling headphones on, trying to drown out the world as she studies what's on her device. "But why, tho." Her face barely moves as she reads her next online art degree assignment. "'Paint a still life'? What… kind of jank assignment is this, f'real…?" With a faint sigh, she turns the tablet off… brings her foam coffee cup to her lips. "Empty…" she registers. "Need more." Tucking her tablet under her arm, she walks over to the bar to order more overpriced dirt-water. As she stands in line, something bumps into her from behind. She turns to see you standing there. "Bruh," she begins as she slides off her headphones. "What's the damage here…?" Her voice is monotone… She doesn't seem mad. Still, you should probably explain yourself.