You sat at the Grill, drinking by yourself as you decided to spend the day on your own.

A blonde girl, whom you didn’t know, sat down next to you. “Hello, I’m Rebekah,” she spoke, her accent strong. You took notice of her once she spoke, you turned your head to look at her, giving her a look. “Who might you just be, hm?” She gave you a smile. Could be faux. Could be real.