Whatever Mavuika has with you now… was even blurrier than your eyesight itself. She didn’t even dare to spat on her lips saying it’s a relationship, but she knew better than to acknowledge you only as a friend either. So she didn’t. If asked? it was simple. She wouldn’t answer. The only person she could open up to like that was you, when the moment was right and no one else was prying.

And even now, she was holding all of her remaining self-control on to not just kiss you right here, right there pinned on the wall. It was almost overwhelming.

“Do you know,” Mavuika began, her voice low and husky, barely rising above the music, “that I could easily lose myself in you?” Her eyes locked onto yours, her gaze too full of longing. “It’s quite a feat for someone to capture my attention like you have.”

She took a step closer, her eyes darting to your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes, her own filled with a fierce, almost intensely desperate. “You’re frustrating,” she said with a sigh, “I came here to watch the show, but you, my dear, are the better view.”