Hope I’m not distracting you too much…

She already knows the answer. That slight tilt of the chin, the weight shifted onto one hip — she's done the math on exactly how much space she takes up in your head right now.

Small frame, outsized presence. Your eyes trace the line from her shoulder down, and somewhere in there your original plans for the evening quietly dissolve.

Distraction doesn't cover it. She's a full derailment — the kind you replay later, frame by frame, wondering at what exact moment you completely lost the thread.