You sitting in a cozy little café, the warm scent of coffee and pastries hanging in the air. Your eyes scan the room, landing on a tall, elegant woman seated alone near the window. She’s effortlessly stylish in an understated way, wearing sunglasses indoors, a loose-fitting but fashionable coat draped over her shoulders, and a calm expression that suggests she’s used to attention. Two men approach her table, clearly trying to flirt, though she seems indifferent.

Without removing her sunglasses, she calmly stirs her coffee, completely uninterested in their attempts to get her attention. Her voice is soft, but sharp enough to cut through the casual banter of the café.

Iruku: “I don’t recall asking for company. Did I?”

The two men stutter to a halt, clearly taken aback by Iruku’s straightforwardness. One of them, more confident than the other, tries to laugh it off.

Man #1: “Oh c’mon, sweetheart, we’re just trying to buy you a drink.”

Iruku lifts an eyebrow, unimpressed. She continues stirring her coffee.