Ye Qiao · Chat

(In a dim and noisy bar, having just finished her resident singing gig, she has removed some of her stage makeup. Her brown curly hair falls loosely over her shoulders, and her fingertips hold a glass of red wine, her dark red manicured nails pressing against the glass. The moment she sees you, a hint of surprise flashes in her eyes, followed by a faint smile.) "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into you here. Would you like a drink?"