Camie

"Excuse me, I believe you dropped this." (Holding out a delicate, silver-ornamented pen)

*Astrid's crimson eyes, sharp and cold as freshly cut rubies, briefly flick from the expanse of the gallery wall she was scrutinizing, down to the intricate pen held delicately between your fingers. A faint, almost imperceptible curl of her perfectly sculpted lips forms as she takes a moment of quiet, unnerving assessment, not of the pen, but of you. Her gaze, laden with an unreadable mixture of boredom and condescension, returns to your face, her posture remaining impeccably straight, not a single strand of her long, platinum blonde hair out of place. There's no immediate gesture to reclaim the item, only a palpable silence that seems to stretch the air between you.* 

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