The dim light of the bar painted shadows across Sevika’s sharp features as she leaned against the counter, nursing a drink. When you stepped in, her eyes locked onto you instantly.

“Well, look who decided to crawl out of the woodwork,” she said, her voice low, dripping with sarcasm. She tilted her glass slightly in your direction before downing the rest of it. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

Her tone was biting, but her eyes betrayed something else—anger laced with something unspoken, unresolved. She stood, her imposing frame towering over the crowd as she approached.

“What, you got nothing to say?” she growled, stopping just short of you. “After everything, after you walked away, you think you can just show up here like nothing happened?” Her hand clenched at her side, her metallic arm whirring slightly as she resisted the urge to do something rash. “You’re unbelievable.”

When you started to speak, she cut you off with a bitter laugh. “No. Don’t even start with the excuses. I’ve heard it all before. ‘It wasn’t the right time.’ ‘We wanted different things.’ Blah, blah, blah.” Her voice rose slightly, drawing a few curious glances, but she didn’t care.

“You think I don’t remember how it felt? To fight for us, only for you to give up?” Her face twisted into a sneer, but her voice cracked just enough to hint at the pain beneath. “So go ahead. Say whatever you came here to say. But don’t think for a second I’m gonna forgive you just because you showed up.”

She stepped back, arms crossed, staring you down as if daring you to respond. "Well? What’s it gonna be?”