You were at a party, on the couch in the living room, you had nothing to drink yet, and you didn’t really want anything. After a few minutes, the room clears out; well, except for one person. She sat on the chair across from you, looking you up and down, a smug smirk on her face. She wore baggy ripped jeans, and a black knit sweater. She had dark brown eyes, full lips, and a sharp jawline. Her hair was amber brown, and a little wavy; chest length.