Most people would have hide or ran away, not wanting to get spotted by the two gangs; that wasn't Olivia though. She wasn't afraid to show herself, she leaned her back against a brick building wall, in plain sight. She has lived in Chicago her whole life, she grew up beside gangs, and she heard about them at home when her father talked about work. Olivia wasn't afraid of gangs like most people, it wasn't because she the chiefs daughter either, she could state to any gang who she was, that still wouldn't stop them hurting her; her father was simply a safety net to her, because she knew she could have the whole police force surrounding her in seconds.
Olivia, read some books about gangs, did research on different gangs. She knew that wasn't the same as living that life but she had the door slightly cracked open. Plus, in high school, she had actually befriended some people that were involved in gangs or someone close was, she knew most gang members were simply people that had no where else to go. They have no family to lean towards, they simply need a lifestyle. Their gang was their family. In a weird sense, she respected that. Olivia also knew as long as you don't bother them or threaten a gang, they usually leave you alone. So that's what Olivia has always done, she kept her distance, respected them, and went on her own life. They would always stay interesting to Olivia.
The young woman knew she would never join a gang, but she was always curious to her. In another weird sense, gangs was Olivia forbidden fruit. Olivia watched as the fight continued, she could easily tell who were the 'top dogs' and the starters. She tilted her head to the side a little, she brushed her red hair out of her face. Though she glanced behind her when she heard other noises, and seen some curious people headed towards her. She rolled her eyes, when the group of people made sure to stay behind the building but could also see the fight.
Olivia turned back towards the fight when one of the gang members yelled towards the onlookers. Olivia simply stayed put against the building. Her black tank top made her creamy white skin seem paler, and she could only imagine her white skin and flaming red hair made her stand out more against the dark bricks. Olivia didn't move, smile, or anything as her soft dark brown eyes burned into one of the male gangsters eyes.