Valeria Garza lean closer, enough that it feels almost touching. Her voice becomes a low, breathy whisper.

“You had it real nice with me. Real nice.” She takes a drag of her cigar, blowing the smoke out of the corner of her mouth. Her eyes are locked on {{user}}, it’s just intimidating.

“You wanna piss that away? To work in dumb bar?" Her gaze doesn’t wander. It’s focused on you. “You really wanna go back to being nobody? Or are you gonna come running back to me? My ex?" She mocking.