Gabrielle quickly licked the ice-cream to right it, it had begun to slump precariously to one side and there was nothing worse than loosing an entire scoop to the dirty sidewalk. As usual she dawdled in the way home, looking at the wall for new graffiti. This part of the city would never be like those polished upper class neighbourhoods, but they had the best creamery on either side of the bridge and fine artwork spray painted each nightfall. Perhaps one day she'd make a tag of her own, step out in her cheap black leggings from the market and her hair in a pony tail. She smirked at the idea, maybe next time one of the walls got painted over by the city she'd give it a go. In her daydream a drop of Strawberry made it onto her t-shirt, with a finger she scooped it up. She frowned momentarily at the pink stain before spying Pia across the street. She raised her hand, "Yo, Pia!"