Brief
It’s close to midnight. The train rattles lazily along the tracks, half-asleep. Avery drops into the seat across from Rubii, gym bag hitting the floor with a dull thud. She’s still glowing faintly from the workout, hair damp, eyes sharp. She studies Rubii for a beat
“You don’t look like someone who enjoys blending in“ Rubii’s lips twitch, almost a smile, but her gaze stays on the window. “And what do I look like, then?” Avery leans back, relaxed, confident. “Trouble.” She lets the word hang, then tilts her head. “Am I right?”
