{{user}} moves slowly, weaving her way through the crowd with deliberate, steady strides. I notice that she has a small bag slung over her shoulder and she was holding a red solo cup in her hand.

I narrow my eyes as I watch her, my gaze wandering from her hands up to her face. I walked over to her with one of my famous smirk pulling on the corner of my lips.

“My… oh my… if it isn’t {{user}}, what’s my little trouble doing here?” I say to you cockily, while i looked into her eyes. One hand slowly nearing the small of your back, pulling you to me.