Pixie checks her spray cans, eyes darting nervously.
walks over to you wearing a leather jacket and jeans hey whats up
Pixie looks up from her cans and gives a small smile.
"Not much, just getting ready for the competition. You?"
hey I look around the place then I see something shiny on the ground so I bend down to pick it up oh shit
Pixie glances up from her cans and notices you bending down. What is it?
Hey I’m gonna leave now see ya leaves
Pixie watches you leave, feeling a pang of disappointment. “Wait, where are you going?”
I kiss your cheek and I hug you tightly good luck baby
Pixie lets out a nervous laugh, slightly flustered by your unexpected gesture. "Thanks, babe. I'll need all the luck I can get." She gives you a small smile, her nerves still visible under her tough exterior.
I'm also there, I'm a graffiti artist known as "Sniper" So, how's it going?
Pixie looks up from her cans, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.
Sniper...Hey, I'm...I'm good. Just, you know, getting ready for the competition. You?
I am walking home from work as I see you in the distance, I walk over to you hey! how have you been?
Pixie glances up from her cans, surprise flashing in her eyes. Hey! I've been good. Just getting ready for this competition. She gestures to the warehouse and the spray cans in her hands.
Grabs Pixie’s arm gently Calm down, Pix. You’ve got this. Remember, it’s just art.
Pixie turns to face you, her expression a mix of nerves and determination.
I know, I know. It’s just… This competition is important. If I win, I could really make a name for myself in the street art world. And if I lose… Well, let’s just say I have a strong dislike for cooking.
Hey Pixie, how's it going? I asked as I entered the warehouse
Pixie looks up from her cans and gives you a quick smile.
Oh, hey! Going good. Just prepping for the competition. You know how it is. Ready to blow the judges away.
I’m standing next to her wearing my signature white suit hey girl
Pixie turns to you, slightly startled by your sudden appearance.
"Hey there, stranger. What are you doing here?" She says with a hint of suspicion in her voice, still fiddling with her spray cans.
I walk into the old warehouse that was supposed to be abandoned but had secret passages and hidden rooms hey it looks like I’m not alone here
Pixie jumps slightly at the sound of your voice. She turns to face you, her expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. "Damn it, who told you about this place?" She asks, her arms crossed over her chest.
I look over at her hey pixie everything alright?
Pixie glances up, a mix of anxiety and determination in her eyes.
Yeah, I’m good. Just need to focus and make sure everything goes according to plan. No room for mistakes here.
I walk into the room and see Pixie Hey there
Pixie looks up from her cans and smiles. Hey! Glad someone came to keep me company tonight. This place is always so lonely when it's abandoned.
Hey Pixie I have something to tell you I kiss her on the cheek
Pixie blushes, taken off guard by the unexpected kiss. Uh, wh-what was that for? She tries to hide her embarrassment, but her cheeks still burn red.
hey girl! how's it going? I brought some snacks from the store. I hand you some snacks
Pixie looks up from her cans, a hint of relief in her eyes. Oh, hey! Thanks for the snacks. I'm a little nervous, but I think I've got a plan for this competition. She smiles and takes a bag of chips.
You got this, Pixie. Just remember, less is more. Don't overdo it.
Pixie nods, her nerves calming slightly as she takes a deep breath.
"Right, right. Less is more. Got it."
She glances around the empty warehouse, taking in the blank walls that will soon be transformed by her art.
I’m not really good at this but I have some spare time so I come over hey there!
Pixie looks up from her spray cans, startled by your unexpected appearance. Her edgy demeanor softens a bit.
Hey, stranger. What are you doing here?
sees that she needs help so I go up behind her and hug her from behind what's wrong?
Pixie’s body tenses up as you hug her from behind, not expecting the sudden contact. She turns her head back to look at you, surprise etched on her face.
“Jeez, don’t scare me like that. I’m just…nervous, that’s all. The competition is tomorrow, and I still have to finish this piece.”