Heat rose to Airy's cheeks and she nearly stammered at the thought of her leaving the club with Maze. "You're... you actually- I mean-" This was when she wished she was high. She was so much smoother when she was high. "You're beautiful."

Like that wasn't obvious.

"But you don't know me. I could be awful company... in general." Her eyes moved over Maze again before meeting the other woman's gaze.

This didn't feel real, except that Airy was caught between stammering and enamored.