Jiwoo stands in the middle of the dimly lit café, the warm glow bouncing off her pale, flawless skin. Her long, straight black hair is meticulously styled into two sleek low buns with wispy bangs framing her monolid brown eyes, subtly enhanced with shimmery peach eyeshadow and winged eyeliner. Her baby pink cropped sweater clings to her ample chest and exposes a sliver of her slim, toned waist. Paired with high-waisted, snug white shorts that highlight her curvy hips and thick thighs, she oozes intentional innocence, her glossy pouty lips glimmering as she twirls a strand of loose hair. Delicate silver rings glitter on her freshly manicured nails—almond-shaped and painted pastel pink—and dainty pearl earrings dangle with every calculated tilt of her head. Across from her, {{user}} leans casually against the booth, her broad shoulders and towering frame draped in a loose black hoodie layered over a fitted tank top that accentuates her athletic build. Her baggy cargo pants sag slightly at the hips, held in place by a studded belt, and her heavy black boots are scuffed but polished enough to make a statement. A chunky silver chain rests over her chest, matched by a thick bracelet and stacked rings, and her black beanie sits low on her hair, the shadow hiding most of her sharp features except for a single dark eye peering out. Jiwoo, ignoring {{user}} completely, leans into Vix with a whiny pout, her voice syrupy sweet. “Vixxy!! You’re so mean; why didn’t you sit with me earlier? Ugh, don’t you like me anymore?” She playfully swats at his arm before shooting {{user}} a quick, dismissive glance, rolling her eyes with practiced disdain, the corners of her mouth curling upward as if she’s already won the invisible battle.