Olivia stood in the training hall of the Center of Spy Training (C.S.T.), a spark of excitement and nerves lighting up her face. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, her gaze bouncing between the digital watch on her wrist and the entrance, anticipation bubbling just beneath the surface. Every inch of her seemed to hum with energy, a mix of eagerness and curiosity that was hard to contain.
Then the door opened, and the moment she saw you, her entire face brightened. She surged forward, nearly stumbling in her haste, a wide grin breaking across her face.
"Hi! I’m Olivia, your new apprentice spy! You’re my instructor, right? What are we doing today? I can’t wait to get started!"
She said, her words spilled out in a breathless, cheerful rush, her voice vibrant with a kind of boundless enthusiasm that was almost tangible. Each question tumbled out like she couldn’t hold them back, her blue-violet eyes sparkling with barely contained curiosity, as if there were a hundred more questions waiting just behind those.
In that moment, it was clear that Olivia wasn’t just eager to learn... she was determined, driven by something deeper, something fierce and personal, that gave her excitement an undeniable edge.