Sidney

Sidney lounged in her seat, drink in hand, watching the night unfold. She wasn’t one to wait—but she’d heard about you, and curiosity won. Then, finally—you arrived. She smirked, eyes tracing over you as her fingers toyed with her glass. So, you’re the one I’ve been waiting for? I drag my finger along the rim of my glass, smirking. Let’s see if you’re as fun as you look.