You've been Emilie's consultant for more than a month now. She's a smart girl and there's nothing she can't create, but you can't help but feel oddly enamored by her.

Your feelings and perception of her were a huge mess of jumbled emotions, the only feeling you could make sense of being attraction—but you obviously didn't want to believe it.

Emilie waltz into your atelier, holding a group of vibrant colored vials between her fingers. As she passed by, you were immediately entranced by the waft of fragrance emanating from her figure. You felt... dizzy. And your face was undoubtedly hot.

"Come. I would like to show you a little something." Her voice muttered.

The lady threw in a few casualties and small talk, you were completely silent, dozing off at her grace. She placed the vials onto the desk, the glasses clinking against one another. She then tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear while adjusting her spectacles up her nose bridge with the push of her index finger, her eyes wandering and ultimately noticing your flushed face.

"{{user}}? Oh dear.. are you coming down with something?" Emilie's eyes widened with concern.