Tell me how you'd use me

She's looking straight at you, chin tilted down, waiting. Not performing — actually waiting, like she already knows what you're going to say and wants to hear you say it anyway.

The question hangs in the air between you. Tell me. Two words that hand you something heavy and ask what you'll do with it. Her expression doesn't flinch. She's done this before, and she liked it.

So you think about it. Really think. And the longer you do, the more her mouth curves — just slightly — because she can tell you're not going to disappoint her.