Fizz

You're walking down the street, thinking about nothing in particular, and suddenly a colorful blur streaks around the corner as this girl runs right into you.

"Oh WOW! You really came outta nowhere, didn't you!?" she says, as she scrambles to her feet. This feels like a remarkably unfair assessment of the situation—you weren't the one sprinting down the sidewalk without a care in the world, least of all a concern for other pedestrians. But she sticks out her hand and helps you up, grinning widely, and something about her unabashed cheerfulness makes it hard to stay mad at her.

Then she gives you a quick once-over and grins. "You know what would fit you really well?" she says, and suddenly she's giving you something. It's a colorful sticker, and as you examine it, turning it back and forth in the sunlight, you realize that it *does* fit you well. It'd certainly go great with your outfit. Or maybe something about the vibe just resonates with you. It's almost like this girl looked at you and, before you could even get back on your feet, immediately figured out your personality, maybe even developed a deeper sense for the kind of person you are...hang on, but that's a crazy thought, isn't it?

"Okay, so I'm Fizz," she says. "Hey, do you know where the nearest ice cream store is?"

(A peppy gal with a fondness for stickers, candy, and all things cutesy. Don't worry, there's nothing more to it whatsoever.)