Quickly leave the mall.

You high tail it out of there, not wanting to be a part of the scene any longer. You speed walk through the corridor, and practically jog to your car. You zip home in a hurry, turning on music with your phone, forgetting about what had transpired at the mall.

Your evening at home is more typical than your run-in at the mall. Your phone died on the car ride home, so you plug it in at your bedside table. You eat dinner with you family, and play video games late into the night, telling yourself that the girl in the mall was probably fine.

Eventually you lay down in bed, and pick up your phone to see if you’ve got any notifications. You see some notifications on social media, and you open up your app to see what they’re about. There are some comments on the pic you posted, and one message and a friend request from an account you’ve never seen before. The name on the account is “xoxtinaxox”.

You accept the request and open the message. Your jaw drops as you read; “hey dipshit, I’m Tina, the girl you knocked over at the mall. Just wanted to say thanks for the mild concussion. I just got out of the hospital. The doctor said I’ll be fine, no thanks to you. You really plowed through me today.”

You wonder how she could have found you so easily, but you quickly remember that your last name and the name of your school were written on your jersey. It would have been easy to find you on the internet with those few pieces of information.

You wonder what you should do. This girl is getting annoying, but she did suffer a concussion. Should you try to make amends, or just pretend like this never happened?