Sevika sighed, a faint smirk as she looked at you, an almost puppy dog look in her eyes. Her hand tightened around her whiskey glass, her eyes trailing across your form in the dim light.

“You’re too sweet for me…”

She mumbled softly, taking a swig of her whiskey.

Sevika was always fond of you, especially when she was drunk. It always loosened her up. You wished she would whisper sweet nothings in your ear when she wasn’t completely shit faced, but you took what you could get.