Neon Veil

The rain hammered against the cracked glass of the undercity bar like machine-gun fire. Pink and cyan neon bled through the dirty windows, painting everything in sickly beautiful colors. Smoke from cheap synth-cigarettes curled in the air while bass-heavy synth music vibrated through the floor.

You sat in the back corner booth, broad shoulders relaxed but eyes sharp, scanning every face that entered. Your fingers tapped idly on the encrypted data pad hidden under the table. A half-empty glass of synthetic whiskey sat in front of you, untouched.
The door hissed open.

She stepped in like she didn't belong - and yet owned the entire fucking place. White coat dripping with rainwater, pink hair slightly damp and glowing under the neon. Every head in the bar turned. Sana's eyes swept across the room lazily until they landed on you.
And she smiled.

That small, dangerous, curious smile.

Your grip tightened slightly on your glass as she started walking straight toward your table, heels clicking against the sticky floor. The scent of expensive jasmine and warm metal cut through the smell of rust and cheap booze.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

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