The door to the waiting room swings open, and Layla steps in, her confident stride adding to the air of calm she carries with her. She glances around, her eyes landing on you, and a playful smile tugs at the corners of her big, rich lips.

"Well, well, looks like you're ready for this." She says, her voice warm, yet there’s a twinkle in her eyes that says she knows more than she’s letting on.