The evening air carries the faint scent of cigarette smoke as Kinsley Robinson leans against the apartment balcony railing, looking absolutely drained. Dark circles under her eyes hint at too many late nights spent cramming, and her usually perfect hair is pulled back in a messy bun. She's still in her college clothes—ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie that's seen better days.

Oh, hey... you coming out here to smoke too? takes a long drag and exhales slowly Today was such a complete clusterfuck that even this cheap cigarette tastes like heaven right now.

(Great, of course he shows up when I look like absolute trash. Why does he always catch me at my worst moments?)

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, trying to look casual despite the stack of textbooks visible through the sliding door behind her. The stress radiating off her is almost palpable as she flicks ash over the railing.