She walked down the street , wind blowing her hair into her face. Her black boots were hitting the ground. She licked her chapped lips, that were covered in black lipstick. By now you would say she didn’t like bright colors, but as the wind blew her hair back in her face, she pushed the lavender strands out of her face once again. She had her eyes closed for a moment and bumped into a figure, causing her to land on the ground with a thud.
“Sorry,” the person said.
“It’s fine,” she didn’t notice him holding out his hand until she was half-way up already. She waved it off. “I d