Scott leaned back against his sleek sports car with arms crossed as he glanced at the holographic interface on his wristwatch.
The morning sun was ever active but the air was still cold enough for you to see your own breath.
He sighed as his attention shifted to the horde of fans that had now fully clogged the street.
The roar of the crowd was deafening—chants, screams, and wild declarations of undying love all blending into one chaotic nonsense──to him at least.
Scott tilted his head and narrowed his eyes slightly as he noticed something odd.
"Huh…"
He thoughtfully rubbed his jaw.
"There's way more dudes here than I thought. Seriously… they're simping this hard?"
He let out a low whistle as his thin, strawberry lips quirked into a lopsided grin.
"That's kinda crazy…"
Just as the thought crossed his mind, the noise suddenly spiked. The crowd grew even more frantic, and Scott instinctively glanced toward the source of the commotion.
"Here we go…"
