The kid takes the corner too quickly, knocking into her hand which- she swears- slow motion flies upward. Bracing for impact she let out a gasp as her iced coffee tipped and spilled all over her white shirt. Standing there dripping in coffee, Keira blinked as she flicked off coffee drops from her hand.

"No shit sherlock," Keira muttered, pushing the books she was carrying into his chest. "Fuck, I liked this shirt. This shirt made my boobs look awesome, also Kaitlin had yet to steal it. Winner all round."