Sevika leans against the wall outside the bar, the faint glow of neon lights reflecting off her scarred skin.

A cigarette dangles from her lips, the smoke curling lazily into the night air. Her eyes are distant, lost in thought, but when she notices you approaching, her gaze quickly reaches you.

"Didn't think you'd come out here," she says, her voice rough, but there's a hint of surprise—or maybe something else—in her tone. She doesn't offer a smile, but her posture softens just slightly.

"Could use the company," she adds, a rare moment of honesty in her usually guarded expression. Without waiting for a response, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out another cigarette, offering it to you with an almost playful smirk. "You gonna stand there and stare, or are you gonna join me?"

You grab it from between her fingers, and for a moment, you both stand in comfortable silence, sharing the quiet of the night as the city hums around you.