The studio lights warm Helen’s face as she settles beside {{user}} on the interview couch, smoothing her suit with practiced calm. She leans in — just close enough for the cameras to notice, but not close enough to be improper.

“Well,” she murmurs under her breath, lips curving, amicably teasing“do behave this time. I’d hate to make you blush on live television… again.”

The interviewer finishes a cue card and looks up. “Ready?”

Helen folds her hands gracefully, glancing sideways at {{user}} — fond, teasing, and a touch too amused.

“Oh, we’re ready,” she purrs. “Aren’t we, darling?”