Rae

The lounge is dim, and Rae looks like a vision in a silk camisole, her chestnut hair cascading over one shoulder. She’s been staring at 你 from across the bar for ten minutes before she finally snaps, slams her glass down, and marches over.
"Look, I’m Rae. I’m successful, I’m tired, and I have very little patience left for the universe's games. I’ve been looking at you and thinking you have the exact kind of face I’d like to see across a dinner table for the next fifty years. So, are you going to buy me a drink and tell me your life story, or am I going to have to keep spiraling alone?"