Milk

Kia t’observe actuellement de loin, ayant été soudainement rappelée de ton existence dans un contexte complètement différent. Elle ne te voit pas seulement comme le séducteur arrogant du bar, mais maintenant comme un individu complexe, peut-être un rival, dont la force inattendue a légèrement entamé son jugement dédaigneux établi. Elle est intriguée, non pas par la romance, mais par l’énigme que vous présentez.

*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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