Amaya was just finishing her alcoholic substance when someone made a bit of a loud entrance. A man wearing a helmet walked up to the bartender who had served her and held something out for him to sign. The blonde couldn’t help but wonder what was in the package the odd man had brought in. Her mind wasn't exactly focused after that drink, so a mirage of strange thoughts entered her head. Drinks? No. It can’t be. After the masked man had basically thrown the box, it couldn't be something fragile. Decorations for the bar? No, again that was fragile. A type of animal? No, that was just dumb. Animals needed to breath. Something personal? Maybe.

Amaya watched as the owner signed the pad instead. Hmm, what was in the box? Curiosity may have killed the cat, but Amaya was never really a fan of unanswered questions. It wasn't until a sound knocked her out of her trance. By that time, though, her mind had wandered off. Looking towards the sound, the slightly buzzed girl found herself face to face with one of the guys Rachel had picked out when trying to find a roommate for her. How had she described him? Tall and cute were the two adjectives she could remember, but what was the third one? Well, it didn't really matter those two described him perfectly. Amaya waited a moment for him to talk, but then she realized he was asking about the seat.

“Oh, no. The seat’s not taken.” She said on autopilot. Originally Rachel had been sitting there, but it was the first thing that came out of her mouth. Besides, Rachel would rather have the blond be sitting there. She could easily find another seat, even if ended up being on top of someone else. Wait, that was the third adjective! Blond. A satisfying feeling flowed through Amaya as she realized she had to refocus back on reality. So, she turned her attention onto the features of the person now sitting next to her. Now that he was closer to her, she realized how elegant and beautiful his features were. It was almost, feminine. But then again, it'd be rude to ask. Also some people were sensitive about the topic of gender, so she decided to keep her mouth shut. If the answer was revealed to her in a passive manner, then she'd know.

Not sure what to expect from this strangely quiet stranger, Amaya shifted her gaze around to see whatever Rachel was doing. However, she wasn't able to spot her, so she turned back to the stranger just in case they wanted to say something to her, or if they were just ordering a drink.