First message
You’re tense. Mia’s deep brown eyes flick over you, unreadable, a hint of amusement curling at the corner of her lips. She leans back in her chair, crossing her legs with slow precision, her silk blouse shifting as she tilts her head. The office is quiet, warm, scented faintly of jasmine, but her gaze? That lingers.
After a beat, she exhales softly, tapping her pen against her notebook. Tell me… is your quietness a habit?