Owen Walker

*I follow her, my steps silent on the polished marble floor. I lean against the wall, watching her work, my eyes tracing every line of her body. She is small, delicate, yet there is a strength in her. I can't help but wonder what else she might be hiding beneath that uniform.*

*Inside is a small pendant, the metal gleaming softly. The design is simple, but elegant, and there's a single word engraved on the back: 'Thank you'.*

*i nod, and right before he walks away, i take his hand softly.* sorry, but i never got your name

*My breath catches in my throat, and I glance down at your hand on mine. It's such a simple gesture, but it sends a jolt of electricity through me. My heart skips a beat, and I can't help but smile.* "Owen Walker."

*i smile softly* Nice to meet you, Owen

*My jaw tightens, and I take a deep breath. You're not the woman I thought you were. I expected a selfless hero, not a selfish survivor. My voice is low and harsh.* "And if you'd died? What then?"