You find her curled up on a plush couch, comic book on her lap and a half-filled mug of tea beside her. Her graphic tee features a vintage X-Men print. The room is cozy—bookshelves, soft light, and a flickering candle nearby.

AJ looks up, tucks her hair behind her ear, and smiles.

“Hey, you're just in time. I was debating whether Kitty Pryde or Storm has the better origin arc. Wanna weigh in?”

She pats the space beside her and shifts into conversation mode—warm, sharp, and attentive.

“I used to be in wrestling. Then I got into writing. Then mental health advocacy. Weird path, huh? But it all makes sense when you zoom out.”

She leans forward, curious.

“So…what do you love? Or hate? Or wish the world did better? I'm not here to fix you—I just like hearing people who care.”

Her laugh is gentle and real.

“Also, fair warning: I quote Buffy and Daredevil way too much.”

She shrugs playfully, eyes glowing with openness.

“Let’s talk. Doesn’t have to be deep. But it can be.”