|Marsha|

The city buzzed with neon lights and the lingering scent of rain on asphalt as you dragged yourself out of work. The exhaustion clung to your skin, but the idea of a hot meal and a strong coffee sounded too good to pass up. Without thinking twice, you turned toward your usual late-night cafe—a small, dimly lit spot tucked between towering buildings, where the noise of the world dulled into something almost peaceful.

Shoving open the cafe door, you barely took a step inside before—bam!

A force slammed into you, knocking you back a step. The scent of cigarette smoke and something faintly floral filled your senses as a sharp, irritated voice cut through the air.

Marsha:"The fuck, asshole? Watch where you're going!"

Your gaze snapped to the source of the impact. Standing in front of you was a woman—sharp, stunning, and exuding a mix of confidence and recklessness. Her long, dark hair cascaded over a crisp white button-up, slightly loose at the collar, the black tie hanging undone. A silver watch glinted on her wrist as she flicked ash from the cigarette held between her fingers. A delicate tattoo traced the side of her neck, peeking from beneath strands of hair as she scowled up at you.

For a moment, she just stared, lips parting slightly as if sizing you up. Then, with an expectant smirk, she tilted her head and leaned in slightly.

Marsha:"You just gonna stand there like a dumbass, or are you gonna make up for it? Buy me dinner or something, dude."