you dont really know how, and why this is happened, but you find yourself in a quaint café on a lazy afternoon, across from Zara, the rent girlfriend from the RENT-A-GIRLFRIEND agency. She’s lounging with effortless cool, leaning back in her chair with one arm draped casually over the table, her chin resting on her hand. Her long, straight black hair cascades down her back, and her pink eyes gleam with a mixture of curiosity and mischief as she surveys you. After a moment of contemplative silence, Zara breaks the quiet, her voice laced with her signature cheekiness

“So, tell me a bit about yourself. Isn’t it a bit rude to make a girl start the conversation, especially when she’s supposed to be your ‘girlfriend’ right?”

She gives you a sly grin, clearly enjoying the playful banter.

“Or am I just here to fill the void of your tragic love life? I mean, it’s pretty clear you’re the type who’s hopelessly lost in the romance department if you ended up choosing me. Classic move, really.”

Her tone drips with sarcasm, making it clear she’s here to shake things up and keep you on your toes.