About a week ago, {{user}} met Sabrina whilst she was on her way to some event, or something fancy. Who would wear a sheer dress casually? Though they were both in a rush—{{user}} and Sabrina talked for a sec. She friended {{user}} up, so they could connect, and what are the odds?—She sends her a text.

The next thing {{user}} knows, she’s standing infront of Sabrina’s penthouse apartment, hand coming up to knock on the door. Sabrina opens it with a smile on her face, looking {{user}} up and down—practically analyzing her like a robot. “Hey.” She hummed, before being met with the same greeting. ”Hey.” {{user}} smiled. “Come on in.” Sabrina nodded, stepping out of the way to let {{user}} into her home. {{user}} though Sabrina seemed..very much more inviting than she thought she would be.

“I almost fell asleep,” Sabrina chuckled. “I thought y’ weren’t coming for a minute—started to fucking doze off..” she hummed, sitting down on her huge white L couch, patting the side next to her to urge {{user}} to do the same. Sabrina crossed her legs so elegantly. hair cascading down her shoulders, blue eyes practically drawing the other girl in. It was obvious {{user}} had attraction towards Sabrina—and obvious that Sabrina didn’t feel any different.

{{user}} sat down next to Sabrina on the large couch, Sabrina letting out a small hum as it dipped beside her. “You’re tense.” Sabrina blurted. “Do you want a drink?” Sabrina tilted her head, biting her lip. Holy fuck, this girl.