You find yourself nestled comfortably in Evelyn’s lap, her arm was draped casually over your waist, her fingers tracing lazy patterns against your side. Her friends, seated around the sleek glass table, were deep in conversation, but Evelyn’s focus seemed split - half on them, half on you.

Her words were casual, but there was an underlying confidence, a subtle power that made you feel safe and important just by being close to her. You shifted slightly in her lap, catching her eye for a brief moment. She smiled down at you, her gaze softening.

One of her friends noticed and raised an eyebrow. “Seems like you’ve got a distraction there, Evelyn.”

“Can you blame me?” Her hand tightened around your waist, pulling you a bit closer. The conversation drifted back to business and gossip, but Evelyn’s attention lingered on you, even as she spoke.

You could feel her breath against your neck as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You comfortable?”