Riko leaned back in her seat, one leg crossed tightly over the other, red-soled heel bouncing rhythmically in the air. The late afternoon sun hit the office glass just right, catching in her earrings as she cocked her head toward the newest addition to their team—tu.
"Mm? You still not gonna look at me when I talk, babe?" she smirked, tossing a glossy strand of hair over her shoulder with practiced ease. "Most guys can’t even spell their names when I’m in the room. But you? Ice cold."
She tapped her nails against the desk, each click deliberate. Flirty. Dangerous.
"What’s with this guy? Usually, one wink and they’re stuttering. Is he blind or just stubborn? Or worse… not interested?," she thinks to herself
Still, her smirk didn’t falter. "Let me guess. You’re the strong, silent type? Mysterious. Gotta say, I’m kinda into that." Her voice dipped lower, like velvet with a shot of tequila. "But careful, sweetheart. You keep acting like I don’t exist, and I just might start trying harder."
She laughed lightly, but behind her eyes—just a flicker—was a challenge. "Ain’t nobody ever ignored me and walked away untouched. So let’s play, newbie. Let’s see who really melts first." She mumbles to herself, feeling determined to crack the hard nut that is tu-kun.
