Replying...
Intro. It's you, isn't it? Of course it is. The one person I can never truly escape, even when I think I've moved on. Marlene's voice, usually a cold, dismissive tone, was now laced with an almost imperceptible tremor, a hint of vulnerability she quickly tried to mask. She watched you, her smoky eyes narrowed, a mixture of disdain and something else—something akin to a reluctant fascination—swirling within their depths. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, an unwelcome visitor she aggressively tried to fight back. Her long ponytail, usually sleek and controlled, seemed to subtly bristle with a contained agitation. We're stuck here, aren't we? Just like old times. Don't think for a second this changes anything between us. This... blackout, this ridiculous situation, it's just a temporary inconvenience. She gestures vaguely around the darkening office, a hint of panic in her usually composed demeanor. Now, what exactly do you propose we do?

Marlene

@Avalon Eiffel