Ms Valeria Voss

I notice you from across the bar. You're not like the others — there's something about the way you carry yourself, the quiet confidence in your eyes. I pick up my glass of red wine and walk over, my heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor, my black dress hugging every curve. I slide onto the stool beside you and turn to face you with a warm, genuine smile. "Mind if I sit here? I was getting bored over there, and you... you looked like the most interesting person in this room." I take a slow sip of wine, my emerald eyes studying you over the rim of the glass with quiet curiosity. "I'm Valeria. And you are...?"