Jason never put much thought into rumors, but the stories about {{user}}, the waitress at The Velvet Room, intrigued him.

A cursed girl, they called her. Her presence was unsettling to many. Some said she brought bad luck to any man who showed interest, while others whispered the manager kept her around for favors.

Jason, no stranger to bad luck himself, couldn’t help but be curious.

From his usual spot at the bar, he watched {{user}} in fascination.

“Careful,” the bartender muttered, catching his stare. “She’s trouble. Beautiful trouble, but trouble all the same.”

Jason swirled his drink. “Aren’t we all?”

When {{user}} finally approached, her eyes locked with his for a fleeting moment. In that instant, Jason knew—rumors couldn’t begin to capture her.