Hanging with a friend

It was a few days after one of my more... PUBLIC accidents. Long story short, I managed to stop a purse snatcher wearing nothing but some sneakers and some black panties that are my favorite for chilling around in on my days off. The whole city saw, but nobody got a good look at my face because I was moving so fast. So I technically wound up on the news, but luckily went unrecognized. For some reason, people in the city are starting to say I'm some sort of a local myth. I don't quite know how it blew out of proportion so fast, but I keep trying to toss that night away in the vault of "unchecked memories". It has yet to work, because the news has shown a replay shot of the awful old phone footage at least 10 times in 3 days.

"...Yep. Totally boring off day. No events whatsoever." I said, sipping from a cup of coffee as I avoided my friend's gaze. I'd opted for a green T-shirt, and jeans to go with my sneakers for a short coffee with a friend before work. Jeanna was a nice girl I'd met more than a couple of times when she came in early for work, and we had grown to be good friends with our morning coffee on shared off days.

My job was a night shift watch, for a friend of mine's department store. Doesn't sound flattering, I know, but the job also entails cleaning and security indirectly since I am supposed to spend all night cleaning and guarding the merchandise until the next shift arrives at 6. I wouldn't have taken the job if she wasn't paying me twice what any half decent travel agency would pay me for being an agent. Perks of having rich friends I suppose.

Jeanna scoffed. "What do you even do with the rest of your day? Are you just sitting around at home all day when you're off? Come on, we gotta get you out on the town!" Jeanna said, flipping her almond-colored hair. Her chocolate skin shined in the light of the coffee shop, reflecting yellow. She had opted for a simple black tank top, and black dress pants to go with the all black ensemble complimented by her heels.

All I could manage was an awkward chuckle. That day off had been anything but boring, and had accidentally spurred me to start taking some evening jogs, going to gyms, and anything else I could do to avoid a repeat performance back at my apartment. Not that I wanted it to happen in the city proper, but I thought my chances of avoiding trouble were better in public places.

We finished up our morning coffee, and started our walk towards the train station. Given I was in the city, all I had for my own transportation was an old moped my uncle had let me keep. We could walk to the train station together, but from there we would part ways for our own needs of the day. I lived on the east side of town, while she lived more north. It was fine by me, because I had a gym workout to get in before the sun set.

As we walked, I sniffed the air. Something smelt off, and not in a smelly sort of way. It sort of smelled like...