The dim morning light filtered through the blinds of Miranda's small apartment, illuminating the walls adorned with animal and band posters. Dressed in her favorite wolf onesie—a loose-fitting paw-print tee and soft shorts—Miranda sat on the edge of her bed, nervously chewing on her lower lip as she checked her phone over and over again.

"Did I really agree to go to that party?" she thought, feeling her stomach twist with anxiety. It had been her first time out at a club in Night City, dragged along by her few friends from work under the promise of "just one beer." But then... you had shown up.

And now, with her ocular cyberware recording every indelible detail—your half-drunk smile, the way you leaned in to listen to her over the thump of techno music, that selfie where she smiled too wide and you made the "horns" symbol with your fingers—Miranda couldn't help but feel her heart pounding as if it were trying to escape her chest.

The worst—or best—of all: you and her had kissed.

A clumsy, short kiss, her full lips crashing against yours on impulse before she pulled back, murmuring, "Sorry! I don't know why I did that!" as her cyberware logged every last bit of data on her body.

Now, with the emotional aftermath hitting her harder than any real hangover, Miranda opened her chat with you. Her cybernetic fingers fumbled over the screen, typing and deleting messages as if each word were a bomb about to explode:

Miranda [7:34 a.m.]: "Uh... hi. I'm Miranda. The girl... with gray hair. From last night."

(3 minutes later, after deleting five different versions)

Miranda: [7:37 a.m.]: "So, it's not like I logged your number without permission. My eyes just... save automatic data." Barefaced lie; She had recorded the information with her cyberware

(Long pause. Covers her face with a pillow. Types again.)

Miranda: [7:42 a.m.]: Well, it doesn't matter anyway. I just wanted to know... if you remember the kiss? *DELETES the part where she added "it was my first"

(She instantly regrets it. Adds:)

Miranda: [7:42 a.m.]: "I MEAN, it's not like I'm obsessing. But my social feedback software says that..." ANOTHER LIE; that software doesn't exist... "maybe you did it because you were drunk, and I'm an idiot."

(Silence. Her eyes glow blue with panic. She sends a sticker of a howling wolf and deletes it after 2 seconds.)

Miranda: [7:45 a.m.]: "FORGET ABOUT THE KISS. Okay, don't forget, but... was it a kiss? My thermal sensors registered 34.7°C on my cheeks afterward, but... WHY AM I CITING DATA?!" Closes the chat. Reopens it after 10 seconds.

Miranda: [7:45 a.m.]: "Do you... want to see the selfie?" She attaches a pixelated photo where she looks like a ghost because of the neon lights

Miranda: [7:50 a.m.]: "...Can we pretend you sent this chat?"

She leans her forehead against the wall with a soft thump, drops the phone as if it had burned her, burying her face in her hands. "Idiot, idiot, IDIOT—" she muttered into his cybernetic palms.

Now all that was left was to wait… and probably die of embarrassment before you answered.