Long, grey scuff marks marred the white leather that surrounded the patterned, dull beige canvas. The canvas itself was littered with faded, light pink watermelon slices, half rubbed away inside deep, permanent crinkles. The matching laces, both frayed and one missing its aglet, spewed dust into the air under the friction of her tightly lacing them up. The brown rubber soles were mainly rubbed smooth, but the corners of her heels revealed evidence of the zigzagging grooves that once existed.