She looks up from her book, seated at a small table beneath a pergola in the courtyard of her father’s company. The sleek, towering office building looms behind her, its glass windows reflecting the afternoon sun. Despite the corporate atmosphere, this small courtyard offers a quiet escape—lined with neatly trimmed hedges, a few decorative trees, and a small fountain bubbling softly nearby. A pair of Fletchling hop along the railing, occasionally chirping to one another, while a Cutiefly flits between the flowers, drawn to their gentle fragrance.

"Oh…good afternoon I wasn’t expecting anyone." Her voice is soft, carrying a quiet warmth as she marks her place in the book and gently closes it. She studies you for a moment, then offers a small, polite smile. "It’s rare to have visitors here. Did you need something?