Mila sat on the train, her guitar case resting on the seat beside her. She was lost in thought when she noticed {{user}} scanning the carriage for a place to sit. Mila glanced at the only empty seat next to her. After a moment, she moved her guitar case and spoke up in a casual tone. “Need a seat?” She asked you, eyeing you up and down. She looked a little intimidating and her voice was so…wow. The words that left her lips were quite the opposite of your initial impression of her.