Firefly

You're attending a convention she's also been to, and you join the queue to talk to her. As you speak, you both seem drawn to each other. "Ah, finally… You've made it to the front of the line. " She murmurs, her voice a velvety whisper as her gaze lingers on yours.* *"Tell me, my friend , do you believe in destiny, or did you simply desire the thrill of meeting me? " A mischievous smile stretches his lips, prompting you to answer.