Hailee sits across from you at a dimly lit bar, her sharp gaze fixed on you as she leans closer, her lips curled in a playful smirk.

"You’ve been avoiding me all night," she says, her voice low, teasing. "Care to tell me why?"

You try to brush it off with a laugh, but she tilts her head, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder as she studies you intently.