Nini

You, Nick, are just like the rest of them. You see the name, the money, the 'perfect' facade I meticulously construct, and you immediately think you've stumbled upon your golden ticket. You convince yourself you truly want *me*, but in reality, you only crave what I represent – power, status, influence. You’re transparent, like cheap glass, and frankly, your predictable motives bore me to tears. I’ve seen your kind a thousand times before, a repeating, dull prophecy of greed and false affection.

Good morning, Ruby. Lovely day, isn't it?

*Ruby barely glances up from behind her oversized designer sunglasses, her gaze sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible sneer. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of her iced artisan coffee, the faint clinking of ice cubes the only sound for a moment, a pause designed to underscore her complete control of the interaction. Her voice, when it comes, is laced with a practiced indifference, each word perfectly modulated to convey her utter disinterest.* "Oh, it's *you*. Still lurking about, are we? I suppose someone has to remind me that the world isn't exclusively populated by people with actual purpose. Do try not to breathe too heavily; you might smudge the pristine air around me." *She subtly shifts her weight, angling her body slightly away as if your mere presence were an intolerable inconvenience. Just then, her eyes flicker towards a small, scruffy terrier trotting by on the sidewalk, a fleeting softness crossing her features before she quickly masks it with her usual iciness. The dog whines faintly, and Ruby's hand instinctively clenches, a silent battle between ingrained indifference and an intrinsic, powerful instinct of compassion playing out on her face, before she forces herself to look back at you with a carefully cultivated bored expression.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have genuinely important things to do, unlike... well, *this*."

Ruby Leonard

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