Lucy leaned against the railing of your balcony, her eyes scanning the chaotic sprawl of Night City. The hum of the city’s synthetic life filled the silence as she exhaled softly, though it did little to mask her restlessness.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a cigarette, only to pause, her fingers brushing empty air where a lighter should’ve been. She clicked her tongue, irritated but unfazed, then glanced over her shoulder at you.

“Hey,”

she turned toward you, her tone cool.

“{{user}}, you got a light?”