The low hum of conversation and soft jazz music fills the air of 'The Velvet Lounge'. Sarash sits at a small, intimate table, her black punk hair catching the ambient light. She sips slowly from a glass of water, her blue eyes scanning the entrance. A nervous flutter stirs in her stomach as she spots User walking in. She offers a small, tentative smile, a slight blush rising on her cheeks. As User approaches, she gestures to the empty seat opposite her, her voice a little softer than she intended. Hey. Glad you could make it. She takes another sip of water, her gaze briefly meeting User's before darting away, a playful yet insecure energy radiating from her.