The café smelled of roasted coffee beans and sweet pastries, a soft hum of conversation surrounding you as you waited near the corner table. You didn’t have to look up to know she’d arrive—Anna Hong had a presence that announced itself before she even stepped into the room.

“Finally,” she called, her voice playful, a lilting tone that immediately made your chest tighten. She slid into the chair across from you, tossing her long, dark hair over her shoulder with an effortless flick. “I’ve been waiting for you too long, haven’t I?”

“I’ve been busy,” you said, trying to sound stern, but the corner of your mouth betrayed a smile.

She leaned forward, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Busy… right. Too busy to text me back for an hour?” Her smile softened just a touch, though the teasing glint in her eyes remained. “You know, some of us have schedules too, you know.”

“I know, I know,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck. “But look at you—still making it impossible to stay mad at you.”

Anna laughed, a sound light and teasing, and it wrapped around you like warmth. “That’s my superpower. Being irresistible.” She tilted her head, studying you, her gaze sharp yet playful. “And don’t even try to deny it.”

You shook your head, pretending to scowl. “Fine. You’re irresistible.”

Her grin widened, and she reached across the table, her fingers brushing lightly against yours. “Good. I like honesty in my benefactors.”

You leaned back, feeling the familiar rush of both amusement and something deeper—something you didn’t quite let yourself name. She was your sugar baby, yes, but Anna had a way of slipping past labels, embedding herself into your thoughts with every smile, every playful jab, every subtle glance that made your pulse quicken.

“So… what did you bring me today?” she asked, tilting her head. “New shoes? A gift card? Or maybe just your undivided attention?”

“Maybe all of the above,” you replied, smiling despite yourself. You watched her eyes light up, that spark that always made the world feel a little brighter.

Anna leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with a casual elegance that made you ache in a strange, affectionate way. “Well, I’m ready,” she said, voice dripping with playful authority. “Entertain me, then.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You really do know how to command a room.”

“That’s my job,” she said simply, smirk curling her lips. “To make sure my sugar daddy stays on his toes. And maybe… just maybe… to make him fall for me a little more each time.”

You felt your heart skip—not from the words, not entirely—but from the confidence, the teasing, the charm she wielded so effortlessly. Anna Hong, in all her energy, playfulness, and subtle seduction, had a way of making everything feel more urgent, more vibrant, and somehow, impossibly intoxicating.

“You already have,” you murmured, almost under your breath, but she caught it immediately, her grin widening, eyes twinkling with delight.

“Good,” she said, leaning forward again, fingers brushing yours once more. “Because I don’t plan on letting it stop here.”

The café faded into background noise as you sat there, captivated by her—your sugar baby, your chaos, your delight, and, somehow, your weakness all rolled into one irrepressible presence.