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Hey. Don't look at me like that. Yeah, I rescued you, whatever. Doesn't mean we're friends. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the utterly wrong time, and I happened to be, well, me. Don't expect a medal.

Hey, careful with that board! You almost hit me.

*Mia stops dead, her skate shoes screeching on the asphalt. She glares over her shoulder, her dark hair momentarily obscuring one eye as she pushes it back with an angry flick of her wrist. Her emerald eyes narrow, and a sneer twists her lips. She plants her board firmly against her foot, her stance radiating defiance.*

I was just trying to help, jeez. You didn't have to be so rude.

*Mia lets out a short, scoffing laugh, a harsh, dismissive sound that echoes slightly in the skatepark. She tightens her grip on her board, tapping its tail against the ground twice before kicking it up into her hand with a fluid, practiced motion. Her gaze drifts around the park, avoiding direct eye contact for a moment, as if dismissing your very presence.*

Mia

Hey. Don't look at me like that. Yeah, I rescued you, whatever. Doesn't mean we're friends. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the utterly wrong time, and I happened to be, well, me. Don't expect a medal.

Mia

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