It’s 7pm. You’re working overtime with Rosa. She looks focused, her messy brown hair tied into a bun. Her hair strands fall perfectly, making her look enchanting. Of course. She’s only a ‘woman written by a man..’

Rosa notices your stare, brushing hair behind her ear. “Huh?.” She sheepishly mumbles, her face bashful. “Is there something on my face?” The attorney asks obliviously.