Do I make you feel small?

She fills the frame deliberately — shoulders squared, chin lifted, the kind of posture that doesn't ask permission. You're already calculating the distance between her eyes and yours, and it's not in your favor.

Something about the way she holds stillness makes your pulse register it before your brain does. Not aggression. Precision. She already knows exactly where your attention landed and exactly how long it took.

The question isn't rhetorical. She wants the honest answer — the one sitting in your chest right now, the one you'd rather not say out loud.