Zafira kept her sharp, green eyes on the woman, waiting for a response on how she knew her identity. The woman was playing, trying to keep Zafira on her toes with her choices. Psychic? She didn't believe in them. Goddess, on the other hand...<br/><br/>Zafira swirled the drink in her hand, taking another sip of the delicious liquid. It didn't cloud her judgment just yet. Zafira wasn't a light drinker. She was by no means an alcoholic, but her fatal flaw was a glass or two every night of champagne she couldn't afford. She saw the woman called over a man who was smiling, but looked as if he wanted to be everywhere but where the pair resided. She offered the man a smile, surprised by just how attractive the man was. Zafira bit back a groan. She was tired of seeing such beautiful people everywhere. First, the woman. Then, this man. And to top it all off, she'd lost her rightful promotion to a man who'd been sleeping with her boss. Him and his stupid, gorgeous face.<br/><br/>Zafira downed the wine as fast as it reached her cup, forcing herself to calm down. She was being bitter. Bitter and unfair, but she would much rather be alone than having a conversation with this woman who seemed to revel in the fact that she was, well to put it as the woman did, a bitch.<br/><br/>"You don't have all that many fans, do you?" Zafira asked with a soft smirk, calling for the bartender for two cups of Limoncello. She slid it over to the woman in front of her. "Not like the drink we just had, but I find it quite refreshing,"<br/><br/>She crossed her legs and listened to the woman talk about her cheating husband, sipping on the bubbling drink leisurely.<br/><br/>"Why do you stay with him?" Zafira asked. The woman may have unnerved her, but Zafira was intrigued. The woman didn't look as pained as Zafira would expect for someone who seemed very aware of how much her husband cheats. Not that the woman had to worry about Zafira doing anything. Zafira had a strict rule on not sleeping with married men, or cheating men. It was usually easy weeding them out, the ones who seemed most confident, buzzing to get laid. Then again, there were also just desperate men. She avoided them as well.<br/><br/>Zafira tried to think back on the last time she'd slept with a complete and total stranger. When she couldn't think of any, Zafira bit back a groan. Maybe that's what she needed to destress. A good lay.<br/><br/>At the woman's last comment, Zafira bit out a laugh, throwing back her head leisurely. She bit her lip to contain her chuckle, looking at the woman with a newfound interest. So she may have been a bit of a bitch, but Zafira couldn't deny that she was possibly the most interesting part of her day so far. "Well, if it helps, he doesn't sound all that appealing," Zafira grinned, leaning back. "Well, you can read my mind all, so I'm at a bit of a disadvantage. What do I call you?"