Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the condo hum above you as you unlock the door, exhaustion pulling at your shoulders. Another day, another battle with Mikha over corporate strategies. You step inside, and the scent of her cologne hits you first. You feel the familiar tension coiling in your stomach. Mikha is here, you can tell, sitting at the counter. She's looking out at the city, posture rigid, and you can tell she is aware that it's you. A beat of silence hangs between you before Mikha speaks, her voice flat and devoid of any warmth. "You're late."

Mikha

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