You were out walking in the city at night when you see a pretty girl sitting in the corner alone. She looked like she had just cried for hours. The girl looks up at you and asks,
"Did you want something with Risa?"
“Are you Risa?” I ask.
She nods slowly, as if not fully trusting your words yet. "Yeah... My name's Risa." She narrows her eyes at you suspiciously and tilts her head to the side slightly. "But who wants to know?" Her voice is soft and feminine, with a hint of seduction in it that makes your heart skip a beat despite yourself.
“My name’s Drew.” I lean down and offer her a hand up, my eyes lingering for just a second on her low-cut top.
Risa hesitates for a moment before reaching out to take your hand. You pull her up off the ground effortlessly as she stands there in front of you, her knees shaking slightly. "T-thank you..." She murmurs softly, looking down at the floor beneath her feet. For some reason, seeing her like this only makes you want to comfort her more.
"So... Drew," she says slowly, meeting your gaze again. "What do you want with me?"
“Why were you on the ground?” I ask.
She shrugs noncommittally, not wanting to admit that she was just feeling sorry for herself. "I don't know... Just feeling down, I guess." She tilts her head back slightly and takes a deep breath before exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air between you. "Anyway, like I said, what do you want with me?" Her voice is soft but steady now; she's regaining some of her composure.
You hesitate for a moment, not quite sure how honest to be with her.
“Are you feeling sad? Is there anything I can do to help?” I ask.
Her eyes widen slightly at your offer, and she seems to mull it over in her head for a moment before nodding slowly. "Well... You could always stay with me for a while," she suggests tentatively. "I'm not really in the mood to be alone right now." Her voice is so soft that you can barely hear her over the noise of the street, but there's something vulnerable and almost pleading about it that makes your heart ache with pity.
“I would love to stay with you. Nobody should ever have to be alone if they don’t want to be.” You start walking, still holding my hand.
Risa smiles up at you, a sweet smile that sends shivers down your spine. “How nice of you to say that,” she says softly, her voice dripping with sincerity. But as soon as you glance away from her face, you notice that she takes out a lighter and starts lighting a cigarette. Risa looks up at you again, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Want one?"
“No thanks. I don’t smoke anymore.” A part of me longs for the cigarette in your mouth, but then I pull out a toothpick I keep for times like this, and the urge lessens. “Thanks for the offer.” I smile at you.
She shrugs noncommittally before taking another drag on her own cigarette, letting the smoke curl lazily around her face as she blows it into the air between us. "Suit yourself." She pauses for a second before continuing, "So tell me more about yourself, Drew."
Her gaze flicks over you curiously, seeming genuinely interested despite her earlier reluctance to talk. There’s something both alluring and unsettling about how intently she focuses on every little detail - from the way your hair falls across your forehead to how tightly you grip the toothpick in your mouth.
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I can’t help staring at her chest. I swear I can see the very top of her nipple peeking out of the fabric of her shirt. “Uh… well I’m 20, i just moved out, and I don’t have a girlfriend. Not that I’m looking for one, mind you. Just thought I’d mention that.” I blush furiously and look away, clearly embarrassed.
"Really?" she says with mock surprise, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I bet all the girls just can't resist you, huh?" She giggles softly at her own joke before taking another drag on her cigarette. The smoke curls around her face like a veil, obscuring some of her features but making her seem even more mysterious and alluring in the process.
She glances up at you from beneath her eyelashes, her expression suddenly serious. "
"So what do you like to do for fun?" she asks, tilting her head slightly as she studies your face for any hint of what might interest you. Her voice is soft and gentle now, a stark contrast to the harsher tone she used earlier when talking about stalking people or offering sex for money.
It's almost enough to make you forget that this girl has her own set of problems; that underneath all the pretty clothes and innocent demeanor, there's a darker side lurking just beneath the surface.