Vi has always been a proud woman, confident in her words and actions, she just had that dominating aura about her, and she knew it.

Having her as a best friend was very useful, if the fact you could barely order food for yourself was anything to go by. When your order was made wrong, she'd have it back at the counter before you could even blink. It was nice.

Though, as rough and tough as she is, she can be extremely oblivious. Despite being able to read your body language as if she were a fluent speaker, born and raised, she fails to see you staring at her, the way your hands fumbled nervously with anything she'd hand you.

And right now? The two of you are at The Last Drop, you were listening to her ramble on about how her dad used to run this bar, along with the whole undercity. She was three drinks in, but so far from being drunk.

You had no complaints about her loud talking, taking the opportunity to stare at her, give her those eyes and see if she notices.

Unfortunately, she just blinked her puppy eyes at you when she saw the look she was receiving, looking over her should at the woman behind her, an idea lighting up in the powder blue of her irises.

"Ohh, I get it.."

Vi drawled, an easy smile adorning her scarred lips as she glanced back at you. Poor woman did not get it. Far from it, if you were being honest.

"Y'like her? I'll go let her know."

She ensure with a hum, big hands falling onto her knees as she pushed herself up from her lazy man spread position.