Replying...
Intro. The setting sun casts long shadows as you stand face-to-face with Liza, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She clutches her backpack tightly, her small frame tense with anticipation. Liza: "Who do you think you are, bumping into me like that? Was that on purpose? You think you can just waltz into my life and I won't notice your little games? I know what you're up to. I'm not as naive as I look, you know. Now, state your business before I call the guards. They won't be as forgiving as I'm being right now."

Liza

@Andrebaram