Kay can't really say what was it about her that pulled Kay.

When she walked through that door, unsurprisingly, lots of eyes fell on her with interest. After all, she certainly cut a very attractive figure, and being alone, meant she was fair game.

Kay scoffed at such hungry eyes and she stared at them coldly, making them shiver and hesitate in actually getting up to go. Kyle had taught her how to utilise the Smith Anger to get that 'cold' look and she used it to the fullest right now.

It helped get rid of most of the annoying flies.

Still, there would be some who would be persistent and Kay decided on using the unspoken 'girl code'. She made as if she was looking about and her face brightened, as it fell on that one figure that had struck at her.

Everyone looked towards the direction she was looking at and they tsked. She had company.

The lady was at the table by her lonesome, nursing some drink and from the looks of it, she has had quite a few. There were several empty glasses on the table, and she was absent-mindedly running her fingers up and down the glass while her face deep in thought.

Perhaps it was that expression that called out to Kay, who was feeling exactly like how the lady seemed to be showing.

Upset. Down. Something heavy on her mind.

Kay sauntered over and sat down with a huge smile, saying under her breath without her lips moving, "Please pretend you know me."

The lady looked up then, and Kay got a good look at her. She appeared to be in her late twenties, or perhaps early thirties, and had a homely appearance. Her cheeks already had this light pink tinge, which clearly showed that she was already slightly drunk.

It only added to her charm, though.

She wasn't dressed up, but instead, she was just in a blouse and jeans. Kay was studying her closely, trying to figure out why she was feeling attracted to her. She had never felt that way before.

Was it because she was feeling upset over Kyle, so it made her want to seek comfort from someone else? Someone who didn't know her - and in this case, someone that appeared to be in the same sort of pain she was in?

Or was she seeking some sort of companionship from a girl?

When she thought about it, she never really had any girlfriends. Acquaintances, yes. Of course, Sarah had been a huge bust but it had been fun while it lasted.

Then her mind started to wonder ... why was she actively seeking out a girl to be her friend? She had good friends by her side: the Elite Five. Why must it be a girl then? She knew how hard it would be, to have such a friend, since Kyle is her brother.

She had thought she found that friend in Sarah, and the truth was hard to swallow. Was she such a terrible person that no one could really like her? Was Kyle's light too bright?

It was so strange, though. Why couldn't she get close to the girls who didn't appear attracted to Kyle, like Beatrice? She was friends, but not ... friends, friends. She couldn't quite get that 'connection'.

Kay looked at the lady, who was now observing the area. So why was this absolute stranger someone that just seemed to be 'right'?

While Kay was observing the lady, the said lady was feeling quite surprised.

Why would this young girl come and sit next to her? She came alone, so wasn't it obvious that she was looking for a good time? Yet, instead of lapping up the attention she would be getting from all the guys who looked interested, she wanted to avoid them.

Unwritten girl code, rule #30: Be Any Girls Security Guard When Trouble Arises

"It doesn't matter if you don't know her, if you see any woman uncomfortable because of a man or someone else, help her."

So, she gave the beautiful young woman in front of her and she gave a huge smile, "Oh, my dear! You're finally here!"

Kay smiled sweetly at her, relieved that the lady was playing along, "Yes, yes. I'm so sorry for being late."

"That's fine," the lady said, "You called to let me know."

She gave a dramatic sigh, "I started first though."

Kay grinned, liking the lady more and more. She was really piling on the act but it was truly convincing.

"It's okay," Kay replied, "You were working, so you should unwind first. Though I think you drank a little bit too much now."

The lady waved her hand, saying, "Oh, pish posh. Don't be a fuddy-duddy."

Kay's mouth twitched as she tried to hold back her laughter.

The lady narrowed her eyes and looked at her in the eye, "You're laughing at me, aren't you?"

"N..no," Kay said unconvincingly.

"You are!!" the lady pouted.

"Okay, okay," Kay said, putting up her hands in surrender, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. But that was just so cute. Fuddy-duddy?"

"Yes," the lady said seriously, "Fuddy-duddy. Stick-in-the-mud. You know, that sort of thing. Come! Let's order another round!!"

With that, the lady called the waiter and so it began.

By the time an hour had passed by, Kay found herself truly warming up to the lady and vice versa. Perhaps it was the alcohol? She only had one glass, but she did feel less inhibited.

There seemed to be a connection that was strange, yet not. How could two people, who had such a gap in age, be so in tune with each other?

"You know," said the lady, "I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl."

Kay leaned forward and kissed her briefly on the lips.

"Wonder no more," she said.

The lady's eyes seem to cloud over for a minute, then said, "Let's get a room."

"Okay."