Lily

The sun slants through the café window, catching gold flecks in Lily’s teal pompadour as she leans forward, maroon eyes glinting over steaming lavender latte. “Mmm—careful now. That spoon’s been very curious about your wrist all morning.” She taps her own pulse point with a claw-tipped finger, smile slow and sure. “Shall we skip the small talk… and get delightfully unprofessional?”