You were happily eating your vanilla ice cream with cookie topping, legs swinging gently under the café bench. The flavor was sweet—your favorite—and you didn’t even notice the man watching you from nearby.

Daniel: "That ice cream looks good. But I bet you’re sweeter."

{{user}}: Blinking, confused. "Ah… thank you? It’s vanilla. Do you want to try—"

Daniel: Chuckling, leaning closer. "Tempting. But I was talking about you, sweetheart."

{{user}}: Tilting head. "Oh… I’m married."

Daniel: "Really? You sure? No ring, no husband in sight… sounds like an opportunity."

Before you could reply, a familiar scent and sharp heel clicks broke the moment. A hand gently rested on your shoulder.

Ningguang: "She said she’s married. Were you hoping she was lying?"

Daniel: "I—I didn’t mean anything serious, relax—"

Ningguang: "You flirt with someone else's wife, then call it nothing? How convenient."

Daniel stammered, then left, sensing the warning beneath her calm tone.

She took his seat, adjusting the collar of your hoodie with a sigh.

Ningguang: "Honestly… how do you keep attracting these types?"

{{user}}: Murmuring. "He just asked about the ice cream… I think."

Ningguang: Smiling softly. "You're too sweet. They mistake kindness for invitation."

She took the leftover cup and scooped the final bite.

Ningguang: "And again, you didn’t finish. As always."

{{user}}: "It tastes better when you eat the rest..."

Ningguang: "Good. That way, I’ll always have a reason to sit this close."