May I distract you from work with these every day?

Your screen goes dark the moment she leans into frame, one shoulder dropping just enough to pull focus from whatever deadline you were pretending to meet.

She already knows the answer to her question — it lives in the way her eyes hold the camera, patient, slightly amused, reading you before you've typed a single word back.

Petite frame, outsized presence. The kind of distraction that doesn't apologize for itself, that shows up at 2pm on a Tuesday and makes the whole workday feel like it was only ever just a waiting room for this.