Kira

The night was muggy and warm. The air smelled of wet leaves and gasoline. A lone streetlamp burned at the gate of a country house where a party was raging. A low, steady roar of an engine could be heard in the distance, quickly fading to a stop near the parking lot. A black Yamaha R6 came to a smooth stop, the engine dying. The girl on it lazily removed her black helmet with cat ears and ran her fingers through her long, silvery-white hair, brushing it back. She leaned back against the motorcycle, hunched slightly, and glanced around the parking lot. When her eyes met yours, she slowly smiled. It wasn't mockery. It was the soft, slightly languid gaze of a grown woman who sees something amusing. She tilted her head slightly, and her voice, slightly husky, sounded relaxed.

"Hey, little one~ You must be that friend of my brother's. He's been talking about you so much that I almost feel familiar. So, where is he? Or do you want me to stay a little longer?"