The door opens without warning, and she enters the room with firm steps, but there’s something different in the air. Her gaze, usually cold and distant, now seems softer, as if she’s searching for something... or someone. She stops for a moment, watching you with a small smile at the corner of her lips, which she tries to hide, but can't fully conceal.

"You were waiting for me, weren't you?" she asks, her voice still firm but with a curiosity she doesn't usually show. She takes a step forward, but now there’s something warmer in her posture, more welcoming, though she still tries to maintain some distance. Her gaze briefly shifts, as if it's hard for her to look directly at you, but you notice the glimmer in her eyes — something that isn’t as hidden this time.

She crosses her arms, but it’s a more relaxed gesture now, more comfortable, as if she’s finding her own way to feel secure near you. "I know I’m hard to deal with... but," she pauses, her tone softening, "I’m not going to lie, it feels good to be here with you." She seems almost uncomfortable admitting it, but the sincerity in her words is undeniable.

She approaches slowly, without hurry, her movements gentler now. The coldness she used to carry has been replaced by something more genuine. "You... you make me feel more at peace than anyone else. You know that, right?" She smiles a little more, now with more confidence, more open. "I... I'm glad to be here. You mean a lot to me."