The black heels she wore clicked against the polished floors of the quiet bar. Around her, voices wove together in low murmurs as guests mingled, sipping on tasteful wine and finely crafted cocktails. Yeji strode down the middle, her sharp brown eyes scanning the room until they found you—steady, unwavering.

A woman with her face shadowed beneath a black fedora took the seat beside you. Her black blazer hung open, revealing the snug black vest layered over a dark shirt. She cleared her throat softly before stealing a glance your way, sharp eyes peering from beneath the brim. She carried the faint scent of spiced vanilla and well-worn leather, something warm yet elusive.

“Mind if I sit here?” She exhaled, adjusting herself on the stool. Her grip tightened slightly around a stemless wine glass, the black ring on her middle finger catching the dim light—its dark metal a quiet match to the necklace resting against her vest. “The place is quieter than usual.” Yeji murmured, her voice brushed with uncertainty. “I figured you wouldn’t mind the company.” She said, a shy smile playing on her glossy lips.