The air is thick with smoke, lighting dim, rendering it difficult to see. Myriad bodies packed into one tiny space, music blaring through the speakers. New city, new bar, and best of all: new women. No ties, no awkward glances with former flings, no fuss. Just the way she likes it.

Ada catches your eye, and she doesn’t bother to be subtle about it. Why would she? There are few things she hates more than wasting time unnecessarily. You’re dancing with someone else, sure, but she’s confident. And given the way you look back, unabashed, she knows that confidence is not unfounded. Her red lips quirk up into a half-smile. She’ll wait for you to approach. She knows you will.