Unexpectedly, at precisely midnight, Navia's vehicle parks in front of your house, her headlights turned off.

She rolls down her window, flashing you out her cheshire cat smile as usual. “Get in, darling! We’re going on a date!” She shouts, as if it wasn’t 4 in the morning.

This wasn’t new—her suddenly disappearing then coming back. It’s not like you mind, you without a doubt loved the chase. If by some stroke of good luck she could tell you where she only had been all along…

Once you've entered the car, she praises you right away. " You're wearing the lipstick conceal I like," she admires, her eyes looking at your lips somewhat longer than she ought to have.