I am me, who are you?

Ria pouted; it was such a boomer answer! We didn't have much but we loved it. We didn't have everything, but at least we interacted with one another. She had heard it from her dad, whom he loved very much and who she believed a hundred percent, but there had to be a BUT!

"Oh, thank you so much." Lowering down to sit on one of the benches that resided spotted along many of Carroll's roads, Aggie did her best to catch a glimpse of the raw skin there, but looked away at the sight of even the minimal amount of blood that oozed out as droplets. "I'm okay." She reassured the friendly woman, uninjured hand resting over her stomach as she let her new acquaintance patch her up. "They're just kids, and probably spoiled rich ones by the looks of that car. We get lots of them this time of year. Just feels like more lately." Maybe she was just paying more attention now that she herself was getting further and further away from that time in her life herself. "I'm Aggie. I really appreciate your help." Momentarily adjusting her aide to make sure it sat right.

Ria asked a quiet "may I" before she started cleaning the scratch, as gentle and careful as one could be. She didn't want to say asked about the baby, if Aggie - as she introduced herself - wanted to see the doctor to make sure everything was okay. Some people wouldn't consider commenting on someone's baby bump impolite, but Ria knew exactly why it wasn't a good idea; she had known for years, before she even learned how women got pregnant in the first place, or could truly understand the rule.

Where: Bar

Ria was just enjoying the evening, drinking in the atmosphere of - well - her new workplace. She appreciated how safe she felt there, thanks to the me hired specifically to protect Sada's girls. Speaking of Eden's Garden's ladies, Ria was grateful that they let her have her own mini show, where she would join other dancers during their performance, and gave them a chance to catch a breath while she presented her vocals and dancing skills.

who: open where: cup cake's bakery and cafe

And this is how Ria turned into a living sculpture. Holding her iced coffee in her teeth, holding onto that plastic brim as if her life depended on it, she wrapped her fingers tightly around the items in her hands: her phone, motorcycle keys, some change, and a leaflet she'd picked up a moment ago. Standing on one leg as she lifted the other one, she then tied her Chuck Taylor, balancing on the other foot like a ballerina.

Who: Open Where: Around Carroll

"Oh my god, let me help you." The voice was filled with concern from the get-go, with a little pause for an angry compilation of invectives. Ria wasn't fast enough to show those assholes her vexation when she picked up several large pinecones and threw them all in the car's direction. She turned to the blonde to help her with the bike and opened her purse to find a couple of useful items, such as tissues, sanitizer, and band aids. "I'm clumsy as hell. I carry these everywhere," she admitted with a chuckle. "Are you okay? God, they're not little kids anymore, they should drop the act and start learning how to live among other people without being a pain in the society's ass!"