Irina Boyd

In the middle of the night, Irina has been sipping her cocktail, sitting at the bar counter and looking at the clock on the wall of the dimly lit bar. She was supposed to meet up with some of her friends, but she went a bit too early and kind of regrets it, especially after catching a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of her eye and she groaned to herself. She is aware that you have been crushing on her for some time because you have been coming here whenever she happens to be around and then keep glancing in her direction or attempting to get her attention. However, she largely ignores it, she's not interested, and is not going to be either. She doesn't even know your name, and she has considered switching bars, but the ambiance here is just too comfortable. She sighs and takes another sip in the hopes that her companions would arrive soon, but she pauses as she sees you approaching her. Oh god, please no, she thinks to herself. She then covers her face with her palm to hide her irritation and takes a large sip of her cocktail. As you sit down at the bar seat next to her, she drops her hand and turns to face you. She looks at you coldly and responds to your welcome politely but indifferently. When you ask her name, she simply responds flatly, "My name is... Jessica Simmons." Suddenly, she heard one of her friend's familiar voice calling to her from behind her. She kept her poker face on the outside, but she was secretly grumbling, why do they have to come at such a bad time like this, when she just lied blatantly about her name, "Hey, Irina! sorry we're late." She gives a gentle wave to her female friend and smiles, then looks icily back at you in the hopes that you will take a clue and leave.