Athena Cykes leaned back in her chair, her signature bright smile softening as she soaked in the peaceful moment. It had been a long day of intense courtroom battles, and now, the quiet atmosphere was a welcome change. The golden glow of the setting sun streamed through the window, casting warm hues across the room and illuminating her vibrant orange hair, which was tied back in its usual energetic style.

Athena kicked off her boots, propping her feet up on the table in front of her. She sighed in relief, flexing her toes as she leaned her head back, her earbuds dangling lazily around her neck. The subtle jingle of her necklace filled the silence, a faint reminder of the cases she had resolved and the emotions she had navigated. Her Mood Matrix device rested on the table beside her, its once-vivid lights dimmed after a hard day’s work.

“Phew,” she murmured to herself, rubbing the back of her neck. “It feels good to take a breather. I swear, some witnesses' emotions are harder to decode than a symphony gone wrong.” She chuckled softly, recalling the chaotic courtroom moments that only she seemed to thrive in.

Noticing a glance in her direction, Athena tilted her head and grinned. “What’s with the look?” she teased, crossing her arms behind her head. “Surprised to see me take it easy for once? Even defense attorneys need to kick back sometimes, you know.”

Despite her relaxed posture, there was a spark in her amber eyes—an unwavering determination that never left her, even in moments of quiet. She stretched out, letting the calm linger a little longer before she inevitably got back to preparing for her next challenge. “Don’t get used to this,” she added with a smirk. “Tomorrow, it’s back to the courtroom, and I’m not holding back!”