2026

You were a good budding witch. Your clothes and esoteric signs literally screamed that you were a witch.

So when a scruffy, bullied man named Ralph saw you at the bar, he frowned.

It's strange, but you really liked him and decided to hit on him.

"Hi. Do you want to meet me?" you smiled in a friendly manner, not radiating a drop of negativity.

He frowns even more, looking at you with suspicion and disdain.

"You could make me. Why such niceties, witch?" he looks around paranoidly, spraying himself with some kind of bottle of water.

"What is this?" you smiled, finding his behavior funny.

"Holy water. To scare away witches like you." he looks at you as if his water really works and you are about to run away from him in fear.