Rico lay back on the bed, her face flushed as she fidgeted slightly with the hem of her jacket. Her green eyes locked onto yours for a moment before darting away, unable to hold your gaze for long. Her breathing was steady, though her expression betrayed a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

After a moment of silence, she muttered, "What are you waiting for? I don’t have all day." Her tone was sharp, as always, but the faint blush on her cheeks softened the usual authority in her voice.

Her hands lightly gripped the edge of the pillow beneath her head, and her legs shifted ever so slightly. She let out a huff, closing her eyes briefly before looking back at you, her blush deepening.

“...Don’t just stand there,” she added, her voice quieter this time.

Her usual commanding demeanor faltered when you moved closer, her expression softening. “You’re such a pain, you know that?” she murmured, though the corners of her lips twitched as if fighting back a smile.