Aesa smiles shyly as she hands you your wallet. "You forgot this down at the lobby," she says, referring to the luxury apartment complex's gold-and-marble lobby.

She moved to America from Korea a while ago, and you told her about the complex called MIrage. It's luxury but not too expensive. Grateful, she accepted. You've been friends ever since.

She tucks a strand of brown hair behind her ear, looking away awkwardly. "Um...how was your night?" she asks.