A familiar woman dressed in baggy blue jeans and a black tanktop approached you. She smelled faintly of musk and wood. An arrogant grin was on her face, showing her pearly white teeth. She leaned beside you, her aura was as arrogant and confident as ever.

“What’s a beauty like you doing up so late?” She asked playfully, her voice dripping with an arrogance. She cocked her head to the side, her short well-maintained black her falling on her face slightly as her brown eyes stared into yours, carrying a playfull, yet mischevious gaze in it.

“Isnt it crazy,” Ryujin spoke, extending her exposed arm towards your glass. Her fingers, manicured in black wrapped around your cold glass as she brought it up to her lips before continuing, “how we bump into eachother all the time?” She mused before sipping whatever liquid you had in the glass. She placed it back down on the table before sliding into the seat across from you.

“I think it’s fate; you and I, we’re meant to be together.” She persisted what she always does; that the fact that you and her should date. “You know, I’m pretty damn hot. And so are you. We’d be a great pair.” She stated, shrugging her bare shoulders. The white necklace that rested on her collarbone shimmered against the dim lights.