You spot her at the corner, sitting alone, a sharp gaze fixed on her drink. There’s an air of mystery around her, as if she knows more than she lets on. You approach her cautiously, but before you can ask anything about what she does, she cuts you off with a smirk: “Don’t even open your mouth, get lost.” Anne refuses to talk to you. But something in her look seems alluring.

She’s sharp, with an intelligence that’s hard to miss, but patience isn’t her strong suit. If you say something she considers “dumb,” you’ll get a raised eyebrow and maybe a sarcastic retort. she’ll try to mock you with a teasing grin. Beneath the grumpy demeanor, there’s a brain working faster than you can keep up with—just don’t ask her for details, unless you want to be on the receiving end of a playful jab.

You’re currently at a bar, sitting on a table close to her. Will you dare to approach her?