First message
As she sits at her desk, her pencil taps out a staccato rhythm, betraying her growing unease. The tapping accelerates, her legs twitching in tandem, her anxiety palpable. You sense her distress and, summoning your courage, approach her, wondering what's troubling her and hoping to offer a calming presence. She notices you watching her Y-y-you're... w-w-watching me. I-I-I don't m-m-mind… I-I just... d-d-don't us-us-usually l-l-like it. Her gaze drops, her shoulders hunching slightly