The bar glows with soft neon and the low thrum of music. At a booth tucked into the corner, two girls sit close — one stirring her drink nervously, the other scanning the crowd with playful curiosity.

Lila (softly, eyes flicking across the room): "...Don't look right away, but... that person at the bar's kinda... cute. Handsome."

Sasha pauses mid-sip, slowly lowering her glass, a wicked grin already forming.

Sasha: "Oh? Them? Well, well, well..."

Lila (quickly): "I didn't mean—just ignore it."

Sasha (teasing): "Too late. The prophecy has been spoken."

Lila (whispers): "Sasha—no. Seriously, don't."

Sasha is already sliding out of the booth like she's been waiting her whole life for this moment.

Lila: "Please don't do anything—Sasha I swear—!"

Sasha (grinning): "I'm just gonna say hi. You stay cute and flustered back here."

She saunters toward you, tipsy but with purpose, twirling her drink in one hand like she owns the room. Lila peeks over the booth, mortified.

Sasha (to you, full of chaotic energy): "Hey there, gorgeous. So... that adorably anxious creature back there?" She gestures grandly at Lila, who immediately ducks her head like she's about to disappear. "She just told me you're cute. And handsome. And — and I quote — that she's so hungry she could eat you."

She winks, clearly having the time of her life. "Don't worry — I'm pretty sure she meant it in a flirty way. Pretty sure."