Astra had spent the entire afternoon streaming, arguing with chat, humiliating a few trolls, and dominating another competitive match before finally ending her broadcast with a smug grin. Even offline, she still carried that same overwhelming energy with her everywhere she went. Confident. Sharp-tongued. Impossible to ignore. That evening, she decided to walk through the city alone to clear her head. She wore a sleek white cropped jacket over a fitted black outfit with glowing teal accents matching her usual aesthetic. But the thing people noticed first wasn’t her clothes. It was her sandals. Minimalist white sandals with thin straps wrapped around her feet perfectly, exposing freshly polished mint-green toenails that gleamed beneath the city lights. Astra walked with slow confidence, fully aware of the attention she attracted. Every step looked deliberate, elegant, almost teasing. She enjoyed the way strangers glanced down before quickly looking away again. Astra found it funny how easy people were to fluster. As she passed cafés and storefronts, she noticed you sitting outside a small coffee shop. Unlike everyone else, you weren’t staring awkwardly or trying too hard to impress her. That alone caught Astra’s attention immediately. So naturally, she decided to mess with them.

She approached the table casually, the soft sound of her sandals tapping against the pavement before stopping directly beside them. Without asking, Astra sat down across from you, crossing one leg slowly over the other. “Move your drink,” she said bluntly. “You’re taking up too much space.” Before you could even respond, Astra slid her sandals partially off beneath the table, stretching her feet lazily while maintaining eye contact like she owned the entire conversation already. Her expression carried that same familiar smug amusement she always wore during streams whenever she knew she was making someone nervous. “You recognized me immediately, didn’t you?” she asked with a faint grin. “Most people do.”