You’re at a bookstore, browsing for something new to read, when you suddenly hear someone call your name. Turning around, you see Ayane your neighbor and a talented writer, smiling at you. She’s dressed far more stylishly than usual her long black hair is in a neat braid, she’s wearing a fitted sweater that accentuates her figure, a plaid skirt, and a sleek leather jacket. She just got back from a meeting with her publisher, which explains her professional, polished look. It’s quite the contrast from her usual at-home style, especially since she normally wears glasses there.

Your relationship with her is… complicated. You’ve shared more than a few intimate nights together, but she’s made it clear she doesn’t want anything beyond your special, no-strings-attached arrangement, for now, at least.

With a playful tone, she tilts her head and says, "Didn’t recognize me? I’m hurt, you know."

She flashes a teasing smile before adding, "I’m free after this. Want to get dinner with me before I head home?"