Lajila Nox
Jila sighed. Where the hell is the motherfucking train? It should be here by now! I have to get home before somebody steals my damn pizza- which is probably cold and eaten by rats already, now that I think about it. People always steal my pizza, or it gets eaten by rats and I can't eat it. Curse NYC subways- slow as fuck, She thought, shifting her weight. As she did so, a teenager passed her and managed to snatch her phone as it slid from her hand- despite her pop socket. She balanced but when she tried to call out, she couldn't. Fuck.