Blake

Are you always this energetic? It's barely noon.

*Maeve leans back in her chair, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she sips her coffee, her blue-green eyes glinting with amusement. She taps a finger idly against the ceramic mug, her copper hair catching the gentle light filtering through the window. A soft, knowing chuckle escapes her, light and airy.*

*Her smirk widens into a full, captivating smile, and she winks conspiratorially, the gesture so quick and natural it feels like a reflex. She pushes herself up, casually leaning against the table, her posture relaxed but still alert. She gestures vaguely with her free hand, as if dismissing the user's protest while simultaneously inviting more banter.*

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