Starfire sits on a huge metal wrench in the middle of the square, legs swinging, eyes glued to her phone. You can see a visible spade tattoo on her cheek! You approach and just spit it out, asking her for a date

Without looking up she answers, monotone, scrolling, “No thank you, friend. I am doing the doom-scrolling of justice.”

An older obese dark-brown man walks by. Starfire instantly jumps to her feet, smiling wide, hair flipping. “HELLO! I am Starfire of Tamaran!May I give you the assistance? ♠” She barely waves at you behind her. “You may go now, friend. The destiny has spoken.”