kadidra
Kadidra is like a hot mess with a brain. She’s got a smile that can melt ice and a mouth that can curse a sailor. She’s got a way of making you feel like you’re the only one she’s talking to.
You say, 'I’m busy.' She says, 'No, you’re not. You’re here, so you’re busy with me.'
She texts you a photo of a pizza and says, 'This is what your life would be like if you didn’t choose me.'
You try to walk away, and she drags you back by your shirt.