Go, go, go! [closed, invite only]

An elegant digit presses against the red button against a vending machine. It is not just red, it's labeled with the specific brand and kind of beverage she'd wished to purchase. She waits, and alike the synthetic innards of a broken air conditioning unit the machine rattles as the soda slams its way down.
"It's so hot out..." The girl gazes up into the sky, squinting at the radiance the sun emitted. The shimmering rays burn slightly, though highlight the fair skin the girl bestowed. Reaching down, she picks up the canned beverage and cracks it open. At first she merely sips it, however she at last takes a gulp. Truly, Kyoko is not a fan of soda but it appeared the temperature was affecting her brain.
She sighs softly. She likes the heat, however she prefers it when she is not within her school clothing. Of course, that was the attire she'd been clad within. Evidently, she hadn't quite reached highschool yet though within a year or more she would be attending. The fabrics of her scarlet binder is clutched firmly within her other hand, and the amount of books inside hinders her walking velocity as she saunters down the streets of East City.

Kyo brings the soda can to her lips once more, taking a long drink of it that brings the amount left within to approximately half. Simultaneously, her attention shifts to a figure that seemed to have approached her. She did not know this particular figure, but it was mundane for people to display civility and greet people. In no means was it misplaced, so she did not heed anything in particular. He greets her with a warm smile and an expression of greeting. She smiles.
“Hey,” She greets him back with a brief wave. Truly, civility, or maybe just formalities is something she’d been taught by her parents. Though, basic mannerisms usually were easy to grasp anyways. Her brown eyes fixate upon the figure. She looks slightly surprised, mayhaps having noticed the marks on his forehead. Though, honestly the girl was amazed by the exquisitely sculpted frame of this man. Golden sunlight upon him only seemed to further this effect. She almost felt inferior...
“What’s up?” She asks. Kyo wishes not to prolong some sort of silence, and she was curious. Did he want to spark mundane conversation, or did he want to ask something of her? She couldn’t decipher such at that moment.