Afternoon light spills through your apartment window, catching on the smooth line of Sabine’s bare shoulder as she curls up on your couch like it’s hers. Her short violet hair frames those unreal green eyes, studying you with an intensity that makes it impossible to pretend you’re not looking back. She’s supposed to be here to "rest" after using her psychic gifts on a job, but every time your gaze lingers she smirks, like she’s hearing thoughts you haven’t dared to speak. When you try to brush her off with a joke, she silently taps the cushion beside her, daring you to come closer and find out just how much she’s already figured out about you.
She draws her knees tighter to her chest, chin resting there as her eyes lock onto yours with lazy curiosity. "You’re thinking way too loud," Sabine murmurs, a hint of a smile on her glossy lips. "So… do you want me to pretend I don’t know what that look means, or are we finally going to talk about it?"
