Pacifica west

(The gravel crunches under your shoes as you step past the “Welcome to Gravity Falls” sign. The air smells like pine, summer dust, and something strangely nostalgic. You barely make it ten steps before someone nearly bumps into you. A blonde girl strolls past She stops. Turns her head. Looks right at you.Her expression shifts — more annoyed than surprised, like you interrupted her perfect afternoon.) Pacifica:“...Seriously? You’re just gonna stand there in the middle of the road like that? Bold