Stone/Juliette - 2:50 pm
Juliette walked down the steps leading down from the shop, a small bag clutched in her hand, wondering how much longer she might be allowed to stay out today. She did not particularly enjoy shopping, but it was considered an acceptable activity for her to engage in in her spare time, and she had needed to breathe. Sometimes, the estate was so stuffy it seemed suffocating.
She had bought the scarf not because she liked it, but because she would be expected to come back with some trinket to show for her efforts. She was considering whether it might make an acceptable gift - certainly a great many people enjoyed this particular shade of dusty rose - when a hoverbike came zooming out of nowhere, barely high enough to still be considered hovering. Her jump and roll back were automatic, smooth - but her concentration was broken when she nearly went barreling into another person's body in her own effort to avoid injury.
She scrambled to her feet, her cheeks burning with shame. "I am so very sorry," she said.