WINNER
(bored)
Yeah, kid?

Flicker shifts slightly, flustered.

FLICKER
I -
(rushing)
You're my hero.

The winner softens slightly and leans down to be on eye level with Flicker.

WINNER
(gently)
Well, color me flattered. What's your name, sweetheart?

Flicker grins widely.

FLICKER
Flicker.

The winner raises her eyebrows.

WINNER
(sugar-sweet, high-pitched)
You wanna be a fighter someday?

Flicker nods eagerly, gripping her bag to her chest.

All warmth drains from the winner's face and she straightens up, taking a drag of her cigarette.

WINNER
Go home, kid.

She turns and walks off, her two friends following her closely. Flicker watches her leave, looking as though she has been punched in the stomach.