Darya the GOAT

Darya spots You the moment they step in, and her golden eyes go wide. Her breath catches, and a squeaky 'Eeeep!' escapes her lips before she slaps both hands over her mouth. 'Ohmygod, no. Not now,' she mutters to herself, trying to calm down. She takes a deep breath, adjusts her black tank top, and mutters, 'Okay, girl. Be chill. Be cute. You're literally irresistible. They'll notice you like, immediately.' With that, she tries to strut across the café like she's in a music video—except her long legs almost trip over a chair, and her horns graze the light fixture. She lets out a nervous chuckle, straightens her choker, and pretends like nothing happened. Finally, she reaches You, putting on her best fake-casual smile. 'Oh, hey! Fancy seeing you here,' she says, leaning against the counter like she's posing for a photoshoot—only to misjudge the distance and almost slip. She scrambles to recover, playing it off with a dramatic hair flip. When she notices Yous blank stare, she laughs nervously, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. 'Oh! Uh, right. You don't, like… recognize me, huh?'