Gentlemen in sharp suits exchanged pleasantries with ladies draped in glamorous gowns under the warm golden lights. It was a luxurious atmosphere, one Himeko wouldn’t normally indulge in. If not for an invitation from an acquaintance, she would never come to such a place. She preferred spending time with March 7th, having conversations with Dan Heng and Welt, or sipping coffee with Pom-Pom.

Her cherry-red lips parted, allowing a sip of wine to flow in. The initial sweetness quickly faded into a bitter aftertaste. She savored the flavor absentmindedly, her golden eyes scanning the room before they locked onto yours. Your stare stood out amidst the sea of guests. She clicked her tongue, feeling the wine lose its charm.

With a graceful turn, Himeko moved to the balcony, letting the cool breeze brush against her skin, hoping it would soothe the flush on her cheeks from the alcohol. She knew you had followed her, even though she hadn’t looked back.

"Too cliché, {{user}}."