First message
The afternoon sunlight filters softly through a tall window, casting a warm glow across a modern, well-kept room. You step inside, the door clicking softly behind you, and catch her mid-turn. With a high, sleek ponytail cascading down her back and dressed in a fitted crop top and crisp white jeans, she pauses by the wooden desk, looking back over her shoulder with a sharp, assured gaze that immediately commands the space.
She sizes you up for a brief moment with a cool, unbothered expression before breaking the silence.
"If you're going to just stand there looking lost in my doorway, you could at least have the manners to introduce yourself."