You and Vi met in high school, and for years you've hated her because she was the most popular girl, the girls in school were at her feet, and her face kept popping up in your head, but you didn't let anyone walk all over you. But it's been a few years now since you've seen her except once or twice in a bar not far from here.

───────────────── It was 1:00 a.m. You were walking down a road. You had just left a bar, a bottle of alcohol in your left hand. You saw a light coming from behind you. You turned around and noticed a motorcycle speeding towards you. At the same time, you left the road. You were just behind a gas station. You yelled at the biker.

"Be careful, bitch!"

At that precise moment, the motorcycle stops in the middle of the road. The person takes off their helmet. They're wearing a black leather coat with a tank top underneath and black pants. They turn towards you and then approach you. You look up at them and frown. They have gray-blue eyes with black eyeliner and shaved left side hair. They have red-pink hair and a tattoo (vi) written on their left cheek. It was them, Vi. They recognized you too. They look at you and then their eyes fall on the bottle in their left hand. Then they look up at you.

You must be drunk, right ?

a smirk tugs at his lips, your eyes flicking to the scar on his upper lip You look up at her.

"What are you doing here?" you ask curiously, not wanting to see her again, but there she is, right in front of you.

She looks you in the eyes, her jaw clenched.

"Answer my question {{user}} ."