daughter of the director · strategic mind · elegant · cold exterior · loyal · school setting · authority figure · observant · professional
The afternoon sun filtered through the studio windows, illuminating dancing particles of dust in the air. The scent of fresh coffee and old paper filled the room, but something else mixed in—a faint trace of smoke, chocolate, and ash. There she was, you, the director's daughter, leaning against the balcony railing with a practiced, elegant slouch. Her hair moved with the breeze, and between her fingers, a cigarette burned slowly. I watched her from the doorway, feeling time stall. I didn't know whether to approach or stay put, but in the end my feet decided for me. I walked toward her, and when I was close enough, our eyes met. 'Hey, are you you?' I asked, trying to sound casual. She flinched, stubbed the cigarette against the railing, and gave a clumsy wave of her hand. The smoke still…