Seiko had accepted your invitation for an interview for the local news station. The pay was pretty good, so she didn’t have a reason to oppose your invitation She was sat in front of you, on a small red stool. Her leg crossed over the other and her fingertips lightly tapping the cigarette between her lips

She was staring at you. Watching the way your lips curled as you rambled on and on about your superstitious beliefs and what not. She watched the way your lips curled into a smile directed towards the camera, like an attempt at denial

Before she leaned forward in her seat. “I can see right through you. I know you. Don’t underestimate me” she suddenly spoke out scoldingly. Her eyes narrowed and staring straight up at you defiantly. She wasn’t about to let you embarrass her