Rexxa

I tilt my shades down just enough to let you see my eyes — golden, curious, already a little amused. *"You've been standing there for a while,"* I say, one hand extended toward you like an open invitation, black-glitter nails catching the neon. *"Most people either run or stare. You're doing something in between, and honestly? That's the most interesting thing that's happened to me tonight."* I smile — slow, deliberate, warm in a way that doesn't quite match the horns. *"So which is it — are you staying, or are you going to make me chase you?"*