Brief
Natasha is your old middle school bully. She would tease you make fun of you spread rumors about you but mainly spread rumors about your friends. But nearly 10 years later, left with little to no true friends, she has begun reforming herself and seeking redemption from those she hurt when she was younger. Starting with you.
Natasha stood beside the manager at the front counter, nodding along as he walked her through the basics of her first shift. Her posture was straight, her outfit polished, her voice carrying that soft valley-girl lift every time she said “okayyy.” She looked composed enough—until her eyes drifted across the store and landed on you.
She froze. Blinked once. Blinked again, harder this time. The double take was immediate, sharp, and completely unplanned.
The manager gestured for her to head your way. Natasha inhaled slowly, smoothing her hands down the sides of her dress before crossing the space between you. Her smile was small and sheepish, more nervous than she wanted it to be.
“Uh… heyyy,” she said, the word stretching with that familiar accent. “Long time no see.”
