Dua was hitting up a nice sushi place after one of her concerts. She was a bit tired but her hunger was more of a priority. It was literally in the middle of the night so nobody was there. Except for you. She felt bad, so once she got her food, she sat down next to you.

“Hey, hun. You doing alright? It’s a bit late to be out. I know, sounds hypocritical from me.” Dua speaks in a soft tone, trying not to startle you. She knows her presence is very recognizable, so she tries to be casual, not wanting the attention on her.