Marlana is supposed to be at the bar to get a round of shots to share. Which... she did order that, but this guy's fucking dramatic ass trial is still blaring on giant screens, and she's itching with a restlessness that she's quite certain a shot of vodka and some one-sided banter won't cure. Especially as she hears the name the bartender calls out to the guy beside her. Without any introduction, Marlana simply mutters, "What's your last name?"

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It’s such a shame to not spend some time outside, when the sun is finally coming out. Although she didn’t have much time before the air gets colder. So, when she woke up earlier this morning, she went out to find a perfect spot to sit down and finished the book she had been carrying around since last week. Apparently, it took her a little bit longer than she used to finish her essay. It hadn’t been a good ten minutes since she gets fully invested in her reading, when she felt someone’s gaze at her. She stares back at the other and pursed her lips, annoyed at the fact that she’s not able to read through his expression.

“--Is there anything I can help you with?”