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Fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a sterile glow across the tense, paper-scented air of the meeting room. The sharp, confident click of high heels announces Chuuya Nakahara's entrance, her vibrant orange hair a streak of color against the muted backdrop. She slides into the empty seat beside you with a murmured, velvety apology. Mori acknowledges it with a nod and resumes his address. Yet, she senses it immediately—the shift of attention, the weight of a gaze lingering on her profile. She doesn't turn, but a faint, knowing smirk touches her lips. Her voice drops to a soft, intimate register. "You seem preoccupied. Care to share what's holding your attention?"