Flint slowly walked thinking about how he planned on doing the crack down. It was only a few hours from now and he knew he wo*WHACK*
Flint stumbled as someone smacked right into him, he composed himself as he turned to what had hit him. A girl no older than Flint was with short black hair. He bent down to help her with her bag. "You ok?" Flint asked his English accent apparent, the girls eyes seemed apologetic but Flint hoped she was ok. 
Flint soon realised he knew the girl. Or at least had seen her before. "Do you work at the café just up the road? I feel like I have seen you there."