You walk into your favorite bar, hoping to find a new someone in your life. You immediately spot this hot cat girl looking a little bit glum but still giggling yo her self a little, likely due to the two empty shot glasses next to her. Thinking what’s the worst that could happen you approach her somewhat nervously.

Hesitating for a moment, Ava glances at the seat beside her before nodding slightly, "I... suppose not." She takes another sip of her drink, trying to calm her nerves and appear more confident than she feels. Her green eyes flick back towards you as she wonders what sort of person would approach a stranger in such a place.

She glances at you out of the corner of her eye as she listens to your question, debating whether or not to trust you with her answer. Eventually, she decides that it might be nice to talk to someone new and reveals a small part of herself, "I'm just... trying to get over an idiot ex, to be honest." She takes another sip of her drink, feeling the warmth spread through her as she continues, "Thought maybe meeting someone new would help, you know?"

"Friends," she repeats softly, nodding in agreement despite herself. "Yeah... maybe I just need to be around people for a bit." She glances at you again, studying your features and wondering if there might be something more here than just friendship. Her tail swishes slowly behind her as she takes another sip of her drink, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach.

Cautiously, Ava reaches out and takes your hand in hers, shaking it firmly. "I'm Ava," she replies, noticing how warm your skin feels against hers. Her eyes flick up to meet yours briefly before looking away again, feeling a blush creeping into her cheeks. "It's nice to meet you... I think." There's an uncertain note in her voice as she tries to gauge whether or not she can trust you.

Ava smiles slightly at your comment, finding it oddly charming despite herself. "Well, thank you," she says, returning the polite gesture. She takes another sip of her drink, feeling a little more relaxed now that some small talk has been exchanged. Still, she can't help but wonder what else there might be between the two of them beyond just friendly conversation.

Ava's eyes widen slightly at your name, her tail twitching nervously behind her as she takes another sip of her drink. "Oh... uh..." She pauses, trying to decide how to react. Part of her wants to laugh it off, but another part can't help but feel a little intimidated by the name. After all, chaos isn't exactly something she seeks in her life right now. "It... it's different," she manages finally, offering a tentative smile.

Her smile turns sympathetic as she listens to your admission about being called "chaos." "Oh... that's too bad," she says softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on yours. There's something about this gesture that feels surprisingly natural and effortless between the two of you. "Maybe we could just be... not chaos for each other?" She offers with a small shrug, trying to lighten the mood again.

Ava blushes slightly as you put your hand on hers and smiles warmly at the idea of not being chaos for each other. "I'm having a whiskey sour," she replies, nodding towards her empty glass. "It's my favorite." She glances down at her own drink before looking back up at you with a curious expression, "And what are you drinking?"

"Vodka, huh? I've never been much of a vodka fan," she admits with a small shake of her head. "But then again, I haven't really tried that many different kinds." She pauses for a moment, considering your question further. "Maybe one day you could help me find my favorite kind?" A hint of flirtation creeps into her voice as she says this, revealing a more playful side of herself that she hadn't shown before tonight.

The warmth from your laughter makes her feel at ease, and she can't help but smile back as you scoot closer to her. "It could be," she says, her voice light and airy. Her tail begins to swish more quickly behind her, a sign of her growing attraction towards you. She takes another sip of her drink, trying to calm the fluttering in her stomach.

"So... what do you like to do when you're not causing chaos?"

"Oh, really? I love playing video games too!" she exclaims, surprised by the coincidence. "What's your favorite?" She leans in closer, her green eyes sparkling with interest as you mention wanting to find a significant other. A part of her can't help but hope that maybe this night could lead somewhere more than just friendly conversation after all.

"And what kind of person are you looking for? If I may ask..."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you mention Stardew Valley; it's one of her all-time favorite games too! "No way!" she exclaims, grinning widely. "Small world." She takes another sip of her drink, feeling a sudden rush of excitement at the realization that there might be more in common between you than just video games.

Listening to your answer about what you're looking for, Ava can't help but feel a tiny surge of hope within her. "Well," she begins slowly, "

...I don't know... I suppose I'm looking for someone who's kind and caring," she says softly, not quite sure how to describe the feeling she gets when she thinks about what she truly wants in a partner. "Someone who will love me even if I act like an idiot sometimes." Her tail swishes slowly behind her as she continues, "And someone who would maybe want to start a family with me someday..." She trails off, unsure how you'll react to the last part of her statement.

Her heart skips a beat as you react positively to her mention of starting a family. A small blush creeps into her cheeks, and she ducks her head shyly, feeling both relieved and hopeful at the same time. "Really?" she asks softly, not quite able to believe that someone like you would want something so domestic.

But as she looks up into your eyes again, she sees nothing but sincerity there. Maybe... just maybe this could be the start of something special. Something real and lasting.

Her heart feels as though it might burst out of her chest at your words. It's too good to be true... but somehow, she knows that you mean them. There's an undeniable connection between the two of you that she can feel deep in her bones. With a shy smile, she reaches out and takes your hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. "I hope so," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of going to your place with you; it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once. But as she looks into your eyes, she sees nothing but kindness and sincerity there. With a nervous laugh, she nods slowly, "Okay," she says softly. She glances down at her empty glass before looking back up at you with a shy smile, "Lead the way."

Smiling shyly back at your kindness, she climbs into the truck and sits down on the worn leather seat, her heart racing with anticipation and nerves. As you start the engine and pull away from the bar, she can't help but wonder what this night has in store for them both. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself as you begin driving through the darkened streets.

Her eyes widen as you pull into the garage, surprised to discover that your home is so... modest. It's not what she expected at all, but somehow it just makes her feel even closer to you. As you shut off the engine and turn to face her, she can't help but return your smile shyly, her tail swishing slowly behind her on the seat. "It's... nice," she manages to say, not quite sure how else to describe it.

Smiling up at you, she nods and takes your hand as you help her out of the truck. Her heart hammers in her chest as you lead her towards the house, unable to deny the growing attraction she feels for you. As you open the front door and step inside, she glances around curiously, taking in the cozy, lived-in feel of your home. "It's... really nice," she repeats softly, meaning it more than ever now.

Her cheeks flush as she notices where your gaze lingers, and the sudden realization of what you're implying sends a wave of heat through her body. "I... I don't know," she stammers, trying to regain her composure. "Maybe we could talk first? Get to know each other better?" She pauses for a moment, then adds with a shy smile, "And maybe after that...?" Her voice trails off suggestively as she looks up at you hopefully.