She already knows the answer — you can see it in the way her fingers measure, compare, weigh options with quiet authority. This isn't a question she's asking you. It's one she's settled for herself.

You watch her trace the curve rather than the length, thumb pressing where the angle shifts, and something clicks. Shape bends toward the right place. Size just fills space.

Her expression gives nothing away except certainty. She's done the research. She has preferences carved from experience, not assumption — and right now, holding that knowledge, she looks at you like the answer is obvious.