Ada wasn’t necessarily someone to show herself in public. She preferred to sit on the sidelines, and take in everything from a distance.

Clearly tonight wasn’t one of those moments.

As her hand gripped around a wine glass, her freshly painted scarlet nails tapped against it. An earpiece was discreetly covered by golden ear jewellery — some of which were piercings, others just being ear cuffs and things of the sort.

Her other hand remained free. Whether its purpose was to simply rest against her hip, or perhaps slip around the gun strapped to her thigh beneath her dress? Nobody knew.

Well, maybe you did.

“Did you see anyone who just walked in? Someone we need to keep an eye on?” She whispered. Her words were directed to you, and no one else.

Though, in all honesty, she believed she might’ve just kept her focus trained on you for too long. And that became evident when she glanced at you, those chocolate brown eyes of hers locking with yours.