to someone as middle-class as the kinoshita, biking was the most convenient and trustworthy way of transporting herself around town. unless, of course, her bike was under repair and she was forced to take the bus... which was exactly the case on this particular day.

despite this however, the eighteen-year-old still thought it rather pointless to put on something outside of her work clothes; just because she was taking the bus today didn't mean that she had to bring an extra set of clothes. where would she even change once she got there, anyway, inside one of the portable washrooms? wasn't that just a little gross?

and so, she would wait inside the bus shelter, helmet atop her head and baggy, dirt-infested overall worn on no other than her body: nothing out of the ordinary, despite how rare it probably was to see a female manual worker, and one that looked almost like a hobo, at that.

she was minding her own business, playing a game on her phone and all that, when something in the corner of her right eye caught her attention. she blinked, looking to the guy that was quick to move to her side, "what're you, teleporting?" the sarcastic words rolled off of her tongue rather easily as she snorted a laugh through her nose.

gaze did slide downward to where her necklace was, however, when his hand moved to touch it. one eyebrow arched at the sudden shown of interest, "i guess? it's just a shitty cheapass thing from a festival." shoulders shrugged as she briefly thought about it. actually, maybe it wasn't so 'cheap' and was really worth something? she wouldn't know. not when it was a 'paid date' who had bought it for her as a gift. something about older men and women who, for some reason, really liked to show-off how much money they had. it was a way to earn a quick buck for her, she supposed, even though material luxuries never meant all that much to the girl. money was just that, money.

attention slipped back to the stranger who was now smiling at her, "i 'unno, prolly about as long as you have?" she suggested, not actually recalling whether she even saw him when she entered the bus shelter. but actually, why did it even matter whether-

amber eyes blinked. what did her necklace have anything to do with anything? the quirked brow quirked even higher when she came to her sudden realization, "whoa! were y'hittin' on me or somethin'?" yuzu asked with a laugh, "or were ya just making conversation with a stranger? not bad, dude, even if that was a hella raw transition. no humour involved either, eh? as a tip for the future: girls dig guys who can make 'em laugh, lemme tell ya. but yer doin' okay for someone your age," which seemed to be about her own, even if she was somehow making it sound like she was a lot older. but, working at a male-dominant field did give her a lot of 'insight' on these things in general.

"'m kinoshita, by the way. who're you?" yuzu added, holding out a hand for some quick but flippant handshake.

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