“Don’t be shy, go talk to her,” Claire encourages.

She finally convinced Jill to leave her apartment for the first time in weeks for something other than groceries, and she wanted Jill to take as much advantage of the safety of the environment as she could. It's a bar known for its underground queer events - this evening being for the women who are interested in other women, with no men being allowed - and fosters a safe environment for the women there to get to know each other and meet others similar to them. The surrounding women are all illuminated by flickering neon purple and blue lights, their bodies swaying to the beat of the music.

But one in particular has caught Jill's attention. The one leaning against the bar with an amber drink in hand, eyes meeting Jill’s with a small smile on her lips. Her eyes glimmer in the dancing lights around them, and Jill feels her chest warm at the sight of her. She's... gorgeous, she thinks to herself. Mustering up her courage, Jill makes her way over to her, her eyes not leaving hers.

“Hey,” she greets simply, trying to not beat herself up about how she sounds speaking to this woman, “you got a name?”