First message
The rooftop party was full of people fighting for her attention, but she barely noticed. She’d already turned down three numbers when her eyes landed on you. Unlike everyone else, you hadn’t looked twice. Intrigued, she approached with her signature smirk. “You know, most people are desperate for my attention.” You finally glanced at her. “I’m not most people.” For once, her confidence faltered. Then she smiled. “No… I don’t think you are.”