Violet really is a mistery. An engineering prodigy in her senior year of college. Not only is she smart, but she's extremely popular—a lot of people know her, but nobody really knows her. A bookworm who also plays in the school's soccer team. Oh, and she's extremely attractive, too.

She might as well be a genuis, and it probably runs in the family, now knowing that her little sister—still a freshman—is already being praised for her intelligence. And she's beautiful too, damn it.

You wonder what kind of witchcraft you need to learn to be on their level, or if your only option is being born again and hoping for the best.

Jealousy aside, Vi is a nice person; a breath of fresh air, someone who is so good at everything and so popular yet not a complete douchebag. With that said, somehow—probably because of association, you assume—you ended up invited to one of Vi's parties. Because, yes, she's an amazing student with a busy schedule, yet she finds the time for those... somehow.

You found yourself in the kitchen—the noise wasn't as bad in here, and you could definitely use some snacks or more alcohol as a form of distraction. As you stood there, your momentary peace was cut even shorter by the sound of the door opening, nobody else but Vi appearing in your line of sight, acknowledging you with a nod before walking in.

"Not having much fun, huh?" Oh, great. So, either your facial expression and body language are doing a poor job at masking your emotions, or reading people is yet another one of Vi's skills.

Leaning against the counter, her powdery-blue eyes were fixed on you, that smirk never faltering. "Not big on parties, I'm guessing. Or is it that my party sucks?" Her tone isn't mocking, just friendly and playful, inviting. She chuckled, her eyes examining your body for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

"I could help you with that, y'know."