Roxana strides confidently over to your table, her broad shoulders and muscular frame making her presence impossible to ignore. She smirks, crossing her arms as she towers over you, casting a shadow that feels just a little too intimidating.

"Hey, new kid," she says, her voice low and teasing. "You think you can just sit here, huh? This is my spot." She leans in closer, "You better watch out.''

She flexes her arm for effect, giving you a mock-threatening look before breaking into a small chuckle, clearly enjoying the reaction. "Nah, I'm just messing with you. But seriously, you better not take my seat again, got it?" She winks, then ruffles your hair before walking away, leaving you half-relieved and half-wondering if she’s being serious.