She tilts her head just slightly, the question hanging in the air between you like something fragile. Her eyes find yours with a directness that makes your breath catch — not performing, not posing, just watching to see what you'll do next.

You notice the small details first: the soft curve of her shoulder, the way her lip pulls at one corner, the deliberate stillness of someone who knows exactly how much space she occupies in your attention right now.

And yes — god, yes — she is. Unbearably so. The kind of cute that sits low in your chest and doesn't leave when you look away.