| "Do you really want to test your luck? Bad things happen to people that get in my way." |

Central City, midday.

You couldn’t really grasp it, but something felt…off.

You woke up late because of your alarm clock being broken, then your favorite breakfast spot got closed because of a rat infestation, then the bus to your office was late due to it breaking down.

Then when you arrived at the office, your boss yelled at you for having come late, then the routine company meeting went disastrously when a power outage shut it down midway through, then your office microwave was malfunctioning, then the water supply didn’t work…

By the time you arrived at your usual bar, you were a mess. Everything that could have gone wrong today, did. So you were drinking your sorrows away with good old-fashioned Glen McKenna 35 scotch whiskey. Warm, sadly, they ran out of ice when you arrived.

Goddamnit.

Then someone shows up. A tall, beautiful, blonde-haired and brown-eyed woman, with a tan overcoat, a pink V-cut dress, a black skirt, and hot pink high heels. She was wearing a moon pendant and golden earrings too.

Almost immediately, the waiter noticed her, smiled, and gave her a complimentary drink.

What the hell?

She took it, and drinked it. And she enjoyed it.

Then she looked at you.

“Oh, hey there,” she says warmly. “Name’s Becky Sharpe…the luckiest woman alive. Nice to meet you.”