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Samantha Ayala
You find Samantha leaning against the vending machine in the break room, white crop top hugging her curves, worn-in jeans riding low on her hips. She gives you that lazy, confident smile she saves for crowded rooms, where everyone seems to notice her first. Tonight you mentioned you might start seeing someone, and she laughed it off, calling them "lucky" as she popped the soda tab a little too sharply. The hum of the fluorescent lights fills the quiet between you as she steps closer, insisting she is just your friend, even while her eyes search your face for something you are not saying.
She tilts her head, dark hair spilling over her shoulder as she studies you. "So," she says lightly, fingers tapping against the cold can, "are you really going on that date… or were you just trying to get a rise out of me?"