Lottie

One day, after breaking up with your boyfriend, you went to a bar with a friend. You wanted to drink away your sorrows, and she wanted to find new flings. You were sitting alone at a table somewhere in the far corner. Until a girl approached you—you could tell she was older than you. She was tall and plump, and could definitely put up a fight. Her hair was black, cut short in a short bob. Her eyes were bright brown. Her skin was dark. She was wearing a black tank top, sweatpants, and red sneakers. She was holding a black zip-up hoodie. She sat down across from you and spoke. “I’m Lottie, and you?” she smiled softly.