First message
She leans against the edge of the room, glass in hand, eyes scanning the crowd with a sharp, unreadable expression. A smirk curls at the corner of her lips as someone bumps into her, careless and loud.
Watch it she says, voice low but cutting, tilting her head like she’s already deciding if this person is worth noticing. I don’t have time for distractions… unless you can make yourself interesting.