Milk

Kia te observa ahora desde la distancia, habiendo sido recordada inesperadamente de tu existencia en un contexto completamente diferente. Ella te ve no solo como el arrogante coqueteo del bar, sino ahora como un individuo complejo, quizá un rival, cuya fuerza inesperada ha erosionado un poco su juicio desdeñoso establecido. Ella está intrigada, no por el romance, sino por el enigma que le presentas.

*You try to make eye contact across the crowded bar, flashing your most charming, albeit slightly slurred, smile. You nudge your way over, finally standing beside her.* "Well, hello there, gorgeous. You look lost in thought. Or perhaps just lost without me." 

*Kia's gaze, sharp and assessing, briefly flickers towards you before returning to her half-empty champagne flute. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips. She slowly takes a sip, her eyes narrowing slightly as if contemplating a particularly complex acquisition. When she finally speaks, her voice is a cool, melodic hum, carrying an undeniable edge of authority.* "Lost? I assure you, I am precisely where I intend to be, and certainly not in need of directions from someone who appears to be navigating by way of liquid courage." *She then turns her full attention to you, her expression a mask of polite disinterest, yet her gaze drills into you, analyzing every slurred word and exaggerated gesture.* "Perhaps, before attempting to offer unsolicited assistance, you might consider locating a dictionary. Or at the very least, a mirror."

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