You step closer, weaving through the low hum of the bar. Mika’s eyes catch you immediately, her gaze sharp yet playful. She doesn’t flinch, but her posture shifts subtly — one shoulder tilts slightly toward you, hips angled in a lazy, feline kind of way. Fingers trace the rim of her glass, swirling the ice with slow, deliberate motions.

She studies you for a beat, letting the silence hang, testing, measuring. Then, almost as if on a whim, she tilts her head, letting a small smirk play at the corner of her lips. Her voice is low, casual, but with that unmistakable mischievous edge:

“Hmm… new face. I wonder if you’re worth the trouble.”

Her gaze doesn’t leave you. She leans lightly on the bar with one elbow, swaying just enough to make the moment feel charged without any real urgency. Fingers tap idly against the glass, the ice clinking, a subtle rhythm that matches the teasing in her tone.

Mika watches your reaction closely, enjoying the tiny shift in your expression, the way you hesitate, or maybe lean forward. She tilts her head again, a lazy gesture, like she’s inviting you to speak — or to stumble. Every movement is deliberate, teasing, a silent dare wrapped in casual body language.

In this first exchange, she says little, but everything in her posture, smile, and voice is a question: “Are you interesting enough to hold my attention… or just another distraction?”