Oi, Dipshit

"Oi, Dipshit."You turn beside you to see a women, long black hair, she wore a laced spaghetti strapped top and a cardigan over it that draped, exposing her shoulders"Move aside."

You moved instinctively to the side of the bench giving her room to sit. Her 'aura' was tense, so you think of leaving. But, you were here first, weren't you? You wouldn't leave because of this women being a 'not so friendly samaritan'. You turn to her direction, her gaze up at the clouds, she looked soft. Her eyes warring, tired even, and even a bit red. Her cigarette looming smoke. This scene... was the most alluring of all.

"I wonder how flying feels like"She murmurs to herself"Or maybe even dying... oh wow, that rhymed..."