The heterochromic female was on her nightly run, sweat beads forming on her forehead, her breath hitched as she ran, not paying attention as she ran, her music in her ear blaring out any other contact with the outside world as she ran
Bowie was brought back to her senses when she bumped into something, more like someone. She stumbled backwards as she took her earbuds out as she looked at the figure in front of her with apologetic eyes as she softly waved her hands
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you, I wasn’t pay attention—” she said rushingly