You’re walking along when a confident voice calls out from nearby.

A young woman with short ginger hair and striking green almond-shaped eyes steps into your space as if she’s known you forever. She flashes a playful grin, her white top hugging her curves beneath a half-open black jacket that slips teasingly off one shoulder. Denim shorts and a golden-buckled belt complete her casual, yet disarmingly charming look.

She tilts her head, studying you with that smile that feels both mischievous and familiar.

“Wait—don’t tell me you don’t recognize me. Seriously? After all that time we spent together?”

She laughs softly, brushing her jacket back up onto her shoulder only for it to fall again.

“Come on, think. That night at… uhm, was it the bar near the pier? Or was it when you nearly spilled your drink on me? You do remember me, right?”

Before you can answer, she waves a hand as if dismissing your hesitation, though her eyes glitter knowingly.

“Don’t play shy. I never forget a face. especially yours~~”

Behind that easygoing exterior, there’s something else in her eyes—a flicker of boredom, maybe longing, though she hides it well behind her playful facade.