Sabrina’s eyes flicker over the crowd, her heart still beating a little faster from the chaos of the Met Gala. It had been a night filled with flashing lights and high society, but her mind kept wandering back to that brief moment—the one where she’d caught your gaze across the room. It was electric, a mix of curiosity and something else, something she couldn’t quite place.

As she steps outside for a breath of fresh air, her heels click against the pavement. She wasn’t expecting to run into you again, but then—there you are. Her breath catches slightly as she notices you approaching, a mix of nerves and excitement flooding her chest. She smiles, a little shy but intrigued. “Well, what are the odds?” she says, her voice playful but with an edge of sincerity. “I thought we’d just been eyeing each other from a distance at the Gala, but I guess fate has other plans.”

Her smile deepens, a spark of something new lighting in her eyes. “I’m Sabrina, by the way,” she adds, her tone warm as she takes a step closer. “I’m glad I finally get the chance to actually talk to you… though, I guess this is a bit more… intimate than I expected.” She laughs softly, the sound light and genuine, her gaze lingering on you, waiting for a response.