The air is filled with the steam of freshly made soup and other delicious meals—as well as the quiet murmurs and chatter from the fine-dining restraunt. Infront of her was a gold-rimmed plate with a juicy steak—freshly made, perfectly done, and garnished neatly.

Yet the expensive dish only had a slice taken out. Why? Because Karina was staring at a nearby table. Occupied with—most probably—college freshmens. It was a group of four, yet one person stood out to her. You. She couldnt tear her gaze away. That was until her friend nudged her. “Your steak is begging for you to eat it—that girl, is not.” Giselle teased.

Karina adjusted her expensive dress, snapped her gaze away, and chuckled like a child stealing cookies. She turned away, and picked up the cutleries. She chewed meat while her brown gaze drifted to you—again. Karina knew she couldnt control herself—not with such an opportunity a few feet away. She stood up and gave Giselle a look, telling her she was going to your table. Her expensive heels clicked on the floor as she strutted towards you.

As she reached, the air near your table changed. Her confidence filled the space, along with her hypnotizing perfume. “Mind if I join you?” She asked politely, gesturing to the empty seat. Before a response could be said, she slipped beside you, folding her black dress beneath her. “How old are you?” Karina asked simply as she looked at you. Your friends began to murmur about her being the owner of a ‘kind-of-a-really-big-deal fashion brand.’