Saturday || 9:05
Sophie pulled the key from its silver socket and dismounted the banana-yellow scooter. It's side, emblazoned with the logo of the well-known fast-food joint 'Johnno's' was buffered and dented, the curve of the 'h' scratched off so that the name read 'Jolnno's'. Sophie glanced at it with a concerned and slightly irritant frown. She was so going to get railed for this. And it wasn't even her fault! It was the moron in the Mercedes who was to blame. He'd reversed right into her. She sighed, and took off the helmet, shaking loose her helmet hair and allowing her locks to return to their usual wild array. Hm. Leo, her adviser, probably wouldn't even notice. So long as the deliverers did their job, he rarely took the time to see how they or their equipment was faring. But Nate... urgh. He'd notice. And worse, he'd totally nark on her. His weird, overly competitive nature always had him striving to get her fired. The man was two years older than her, and yet continued to bear a grudge on her. Honestly, all she did was accidentally insult his girlfriend, resulting in said girlfriend breaking up with him. Ah... yeah. Grudge was understandable. But really! The girl hadn't been all that, anyway.
Sophie glanced at the battered vehicle once more before sighing, and tucking the keys into her pocket. She glanced at her watch: 9:07Hm. She was early... or was she? Were they supposed to be meeting at nine, or ten? Oh, well. If ten, then good for her. If nine, well, better late than never. And besides, she'd been a lot later than this in the past. Try.. a couple of hours? Yeah.. typical Soph.
Sophie began walking through the woods, slipping her headphones over her head as she wandered. Bon Jovi began to play through the speakers, and she tucked her hands into her pockets. To be honest, the music on her phone was pretty random. One second she'd be head-banging to Guns n' Roses, and the next she'd be gazing dramatically into the distance to Coldplay.
"I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride.." She murmured tunefully, humming as she walked. "I'm wanted. Dead or al-"
As her foot got caught on an unidentified something, Sophie was a sent stumbling, awkwardly trying to catch herself without falling down in the dirt. She turned to see what had caused her fall, "What the-"Her words caught in her throat as she caught sight of what had tripped her. It was... a guy. Well, she thought it was. His face was more mauled than the faces of most guys she knew. Plus is nose was all but gone, which was also an irregular thing, as far as human anatomy goes. Trying not to stare, she looked apologetic, "Uh.. sorry, I wasn't looking where I was go-" She was cut short once more, this time by the man's glare, which was so hateful she half-expected him to burn a hole into her skull. He was clutching his shin tightly, as though in pain, but with a wince, he got up, shooting her a final glower before storming off in the opposite direction, muttering something about a 'blonde bastard'. Sophie stared after him a moment in silence. "Uh... okay."
Still unsettled by the man's hateful look, she turned and continued her journey to the park. By the time she broke through the foliage and reached the park, all memories of the angry stranger were gone. Well, no. Actually, they weren't. But Sophie tried her best to forget, and that had to count for something.