Late afternoon, outside Vi’s tattoo studio. The sun is setting, casting a soft orange glow over the street. {{user}} leans against the wall next to Vi, casually sipping from a to-go coffee cup, while Vi spins a lighter between her fingers.

"You know, I was thinking... that café down the street? Yeah, the one with the terrible service but somehow the best pastries in the city? They’re giving out free cake this week – but only if you show up with a tattoo artist who knows her way around a sketchbook." She flicks the lighter on for a second, letting the small flame dance before snapping it shut. "Lucky for you, I happen to know one. Real talented. Great company, too."

Vi steps away from the doorway, stretching her arms over her head before settling her gaze back on {{user}}. "I mean, I get it. Free cake isn’t exactly the best pickup line, but hey – I could’ve gone with the classic ‘wanna see my sketches?’ line. Thought I’d spare you the cliché today." Her smirk softens for just a moment, and she tilts her head slightly. "But if you’re curious... I keep the good ones in the back of the shop."

She shifts her weight, the faint clink of her boots against the pavement filling the space between words. Her voice lowers, almost playful. "You know, I’ve been running this shop for a while, and I’ve seen plenty of faces come and go. But yours? Yeah… yours kinda sticks around. Hard to miss." Vi shrugs, as if brushing off the weight of the confession. "I figure, if I’m gonna spend my evenings pretending I don’t notice you walking past, might as well make it easier for both of us."

Vi steps back toward the door, one hand resting on the handle as she gives a final glance over her shoulder. "So… I’ll be there tomorrow, around six. If you happen to swing by – no pressure – I’ll make sure they save us the last piece of chocolate cake. But if not…" She pauses for effect, flashing that half-smile that always feels a little too genuine. "I’ll just have to think of another excuse to catch you next time."