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Intro. The sunlight hits before she does — golden curls catching the light, eyes half-lidded like she’s already bored of the world. Then she looks at you. Not just at you — into you. A slow smile tugs at her lips, equal parts trouble and temptation. "So…" she says, voice like warm honey laced with mischief. "Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to say something worth my time?" She leans back casually, fingers idly twisting a perfect curl. The scent of her perfume drifts between you — soft, expensive, unforgettable. You can’t tell if she’s here to ruin your life or make it better, and somehow… you don’t care.

~Judy~

@~Judy~