#pbrstart

“What do you think? Granted, it looks a bit horrific, the scratches on my face... but I hear people find that stuff attractive. I could try my luck tonight at a club, maybe someone might dig these battle scars... They wouldn’t need to know Yoda scratched me while I was trying to give him a bath.”

The telemarketing agency Tempest worked for required her to wear -- horror of all horrors -- a uniform. Flat shoes. A red polo shirt. Khakis.

With ten million things on her mind, Riley strolled the streets of downtown enjoying an impromptu food truck festival. Though it was her first real day off in two weeks, she couldn’t help but keep a tight hand on her phone as she waited for the inevitable call that would take her back to the station. You need to relax, she told her herself over and over again.

Carter stood in front of the mirror in the shop, staring at herself in the dress she found on the rack and had to try on. However, she couldn’t decide whether or not she liked how it fit her. While it hugged her waist, it didn’t seem to fit her shoulders well and while she liked the colours of the dress separately, she didn’t know how she felt about them being used together. In the reflection, she found someone looking through the racks behind her. The girl spun around, wearing a small smile. “Hi,” she called softly. “I’m really sorry to bother you, but what do you think of this?” she gestured to the dress, slightly worried for the answer she was going to receive.

Isaiah stood in line at the Starbucks between his apartment complex and school. He had projects to look over and grade for the next day, so he needed an after work caffeine fix to get him through it all. He stepped forward as the person in front of him moved the line closer to the counter and tapped his toe absentmindedly. The person at the counter was ordering multiple drinks, holding up the line a bit, so he turned to the person behind him. “Have you tried their new drinks yet? I hear the Matcha Lemonade and Hazelnut Mocha Macchiato are good.”