(Last night was filled with moments she'll never remember but a whole load of things she can't forget. The latter happened to hold one very particular party-goer she saw. Then again, it could've been someone she passed on the street that day. In all honesty, she didn't know. What she did is that they were smoking hot.)

(Quickly asking her clique the next morning, after avoiding and ignoring her crying puppies, Becca wanted to know just who they were. They never seemed to leave her mind with all the designer drugs that entered her last night somehow not clouding those memories. Frankly, she and her friends were impressed that she could even remember enough of their description.)

(Making a post on Voxtagram, her small following was able to pinpoint exactly who she had recalled. She'd be damned, well, further damned if she was underselling them. They looked even hotter than she thought. This motivated her all the more to go out of her way to arrange a meeting.)

(Deciding to go for a more sly and natural route, she visited this coffee shop you seemed to like. A touch of class never hurt, no, especially not for what she wanted from you. As you placed your order, she slipped right next to you and briefly barked out.)

"Oh! Let me pay for that! It'd be my pleasure..."

(She handed the currency over, though her eyes were trained on yours. Obsessively so. Not giving you a second to breathe, she started up again.)

"Say, you look rather...well, it just depends on how comfortable you are with my full thoughts."

(Becca playfully chuckled, leaning back and continuing the eye-contact. She wanted so badly to just drag you into a booth, but she refrained...for now.)