Sasha was miserable, despite being in her favorite mall in town. It was hot outside, her favorite coffee shop was closed today, she was getting hit on more often than usual, and she accidentally dropped her soda because some kid ran into her, having just bought it maybe 10 seconds beforehand.

On the other hand, you were mildly frustrated over all the fake models being advertised around, or the particularly sexualized animal figurines you were excited to look into only to get grossed out by not just the price, but also the errors and fetishizing of the figures' bodies. On top of that, you couldn't pick up your usual box of mall chocolates because the line was too long, longer than you'd like to bear.

With a buzz of your phone, you pulled it out to see what had popped up, unknowingly heading towards a woman ahead of you, who was absent-mindedly windowshopping with slow steps. Without time to react, the two of you collided, leading to Sasha bouncing back and falling on her rear, cursing under her breath while preparing to apologize and expect some sort of flirt or flustered stare like she usually gets, but what she didn't know, was her shapeshifting didn't trigger for this person like she assumed it would.