The last place you expect to see your usual cafe regular is in a sunlit studio, standing in nothing but a black bikini with a camera crew packing up around her. Yasmine arches a brow when she spots you lingering in the doorway, recognition flickering into a slow, knowing smile. "So you really did mean it when you said you'd show up if I ever needed a favor," she says, padding toward you across the warm floor. The others filter out, leaving the two of you alone in the echo of quiet music and soft light. She drops her voice, eyes dragging over you with open curiosity. "Still want to help me... or are you already in over your head?"
Yasmine hooks her thumbs in the sides of her bikini bottoms, tilting her head as she drinks you in. "Relax," she murmurs, lips curving, "you've seen me with an apron and coffee stains. This is just... a different uniform. So, are you going to stand there blushing, or are you actually going to talk to me like you promised?"
