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[color=indianred]Becker[/color][/h2][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/3fde3f2372a8f556f6d9b845533cfd7b/tumblr_inline_pmhiz02Frr1snxgfy_400.gifv[/img]

[i]Location:Coffee Shop 
Skills: N/A[/i][/center][hr][hr]
Becker glanced up from her coffee as the friendly barista approached, her blonde hair catching the soft light of the coffee shop. Becker noted the genuine warmth in the girl's blue eyes and offered a small, appreciative smile. [color=indianred]"Just the usual, thanks,"[/color] Becker replied, indicating her nearly empty cup. Dave, slightly more talkative in this moment, chimed in, "Yeah, I'll take a refill, please."

As the barista bustled about, wiping down the counter, she initiated some casual small talk, maybe attempting to foster a sense of camaraderie, she thought. Becker, never one to divulge too much, responded with a half-smile, [color=indianred]"Busy night. You know how it is."[/color]

Despite being a regular at the coffee shop, she had never bothered to learn the barista's name. It wasn't a deliberate choice, but Becker does have a tendency to keep a certain distance, even in familiar settings. 

The peaceful ambiance of the coffee shop, however, was abruptly shattered by the forceful entry of a distressed individual. A man burst through the door, clutching his bleeding arm, panic etched across his face. 

Becker's demeanor shifted instantaneously the moment she saw blood. Without a word, her training kicked in, and her instincts took over. She shot a quick, authoritative look at Dave, her eyes conveying the urgency of the moment.

[color=indianred]"Dave, the first aid,"[/color] Becker directed, her tone no-nonsense and focused. Dave, recognizing the gravity of the situation, nodded briskly and hurried towards the designated area where the first aid kit was kept.

As Dave retrieved the kit, Becker was already by the injured man's side, her movements swift and efficient. The barista, still holding a bundle of napkins, looked on with concern. 

[color=indianred]"Jesus,"[/color] the experienced EMT breathed out under her breath, the sight of the deep, ragged bite wound spoke volumes about the potential danger they were dealing with. It resembles the mark of a wild animal than a typical human confrontation. [color=indianred]"Who the hell goes around randomly biting people?"[/color] she says, as she attempted to stop the bleeding.