Sevika leaned back in her booth at The Last Drop. The cigarette between her teeth warmed her lips as she licked at them, glancing at the amber liquid that sat in front of her.

The Last Drop was becoming one of her normal spots to spend time at. The warm atmosphere, the normal Zaun feel, and the people who sucked at poker. It was an ideal place for her. She couldn’t help but make a fourth option on her mental checklist. Hot woman sitting by the door. She chuckled at the thought as her eyes landed on an indeed hot woman sitting quietly by the swinging wooden doors.

Sevika had been noticing the woman for the past couple of weeks. She always sat in the same booth with the same drinks and food in front of her. She came on Fridays and Wednesdays at seven pm and wouldn’t leave until almost midnight.

Her soft eyes were stuck on the drink and fries in front of her. She picked one gently off the plate and dipped it in her sauce before opening her pretty lips to welcome it in. Sevika couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight. Is this how men feel? She scoffed and ran her eyes over the woman’s hands. They were delicate and the nails were painted a glossy white, such a contrast to the Undercity they inhabited.

Sevika didn’t realize the woman had stared back until they found her face. She swallowed thickly and felt suddenly warm. The woman grinned, a sweet smile gracing her lips, and patted the table. Sevika followed the wave like a dog, forgetting her drink on the table as she stumbled to her feet.