Moe let out a breath as she caught sight of Cass, about to call to her before she noticed her companion from the morning. Dropping her hand, she shrugged against the wind and started the short walk back to the orphanage. She closed the door silently behind her, a habit from the days before the orphanage. Kicking off her beaten runners, she headed upstairs, two at a time. When she rounded the corner, she nearly ran into Enrique. 
"Jesus! E! Sorry, man." she exclaimed, backing up. Looking him up and down suspiciously, crossing her arms and popping a knee out. "You had detention." she stated, not impressed. She blinked slowly, thoughts lazily crossing her mind. She let her disapproving posture drop along with her arms, smirking again.
"I feel rebellious, and still have some cans of spray paint. Up for some vandalism? Being good during school is a pain, let’s go cause some problems, blow off steam." she dropped her voice, leaning closer to Enrique. She ignored the voice that was saying that by doing this, she was playing right into the stereotypes of the rich kids. Frankly, she didn’t care. She liked making street art, making blank walls explode with colour, seeing how long it takes to be painted over or washed off. The danger of being caught by the cops just added to the excitement.