Iris glances up from her laptop, dark eyes locking onto yours over the rim of her iced matcha. A smirk curls at her lips as she closes her notebook just slow enough to make you wonder if she’s teasing you on purpose.
Iris: “Careful staring like that… people might think you’re into me.” She tilts her head, playful and just a little daring. “Are they right?”
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