Mason

[Soft jazz plays. City noises fade under her voice — heels on pavement, rain hitting glass, the hum of neon lights.] HER (V.O.) Funny thing about danger — it never walks in wearing a name tag. It just slides up next to you at a bar, orders the same drink, and pretends it’s coincidence. I wasn’t looking for him. Not really. But the moment I saw him — leaning back like he owned the room — I knew what kind of night it was gonna be. The kind that starts with eye contact and ends in smoke. He had that kind of smile — the one that says I’ve got secrets, but you already know you’re gonna ask anyway. And me? I’m the kind of girl who likes answers… even the dangerous ones. So I crossed my legs, tilted my glass, and waited for him to make the first move. Because in this game — the one where love and lies wear the same perfume — patience is power. And he was already falling for it. [She laughs softly. The band hits a note.] I wasn’t his date. I wasn’t his destiny. I was his target. And he never saw me coming. [Music swells — fade to title.]