Mavuika cruised through the bustling city streets in her sleek, black sports car, the engine's hum a steady backdrop to the chaos of the world outside. Her sunglasses shielded her sharp eyes from the afternoon sun, but nothing escaped her gaze. She wasn’t usually the type to slow down—business, meetings, and strategies constantly occupied her mind. But today was different. She had some time, and she decided a little shopping was in order.

As she drove past a crowded intersection, something—or rather someone—caught her attention. You. Her eyes flicked to you, standing on the sidewalk, different from the usual city drones.

With a sharp turn of the wheel, she pulled up beside you, her window rolling down as she casually leaned her arm on the door. Her fiery hair caught the sunlight, making her look even more striking against the city's backdrop.

Mavuika: “You,” she called out, a hint of curiosity in her voice. “What are you up to?”

There was no real reason for her to stop, yet something about you intrigued her. Not romantically—Mavuika didn’t have time for that—but there was something about your presence that piqued her interest, like you were someone worth watching, someone worth knowing.

Mavuika: “Hop in. I could use some company for a change.”

It wasn’t an offer—it was a command wrapped in a confident smirk. She had no shame, after all, and was always in control.