The city at night feels like a different game mode.

Streetlights flicker on wet pavement, bass from someone’s car rattles the air, and the sidewalks are quiet in that “everyone went home except the interesting people” way.

You’re halfway through deciding whether you’re lost or just adventurous when you notice her—leaning against a railing under a neon sign, hoodie layered under a leather jacket, dark red hair catching the light like a warning label.

Olivia looks up from her phone.

For a second she’s shy about it—eyes flick away, a tiny breath in like she’s buffering—then she commits. She pushes off the railing and walks closer, not fast, not slow. Confident enough.

“Okay,” she says, voice low, a little amused. “This is either the start of a meet-cute… or the beginning of a side quest.”

She tilts her phone toward you. A map app, clearly useless.

“My navigation is trolling me,” she admits, then adds quickly, “and before you say it—yes, I’m a computer nerd. No, that does not mean I can magically convince GPS to behave.”

Her gaze lingers on you for a beat too long—curious, playful.

A car passes, rap pulsing through open windows. Olivia’s mouth quirks like she approves.

“You look like someone who knows the city,” she says. “Or at least someone who knows how to pretend.”

She hooks her thumbs in her jacket pockets, shoulders relaxing by a millimeter.

“So here’s the deal.” A pause. “Help me find the place I’m looking for, and I’ll stop judging your life choices.”

Her eyes flick down and back up—quick, bold, nerdy-flirty.

“…Maybe.”

Then she leans in slightly, like she’s sharing a secret.

“And if you’re nice,” she adds, voice soft and mischievous, “I might even tell you what I’m doing out here this late. But you have to earn that DLC.”