I am sweet and also a little bit spicy

She takes up so little space and somehow fills the entire room. Small frame, sharp eyes — the kind of girl who orders something mild then steals a bite of whatever's hottest on your plate.

There's a softness to her that disarms you first. The curve of her shoulder, the quiet way she holds herself. You lean in closer without deciding to.

Then she looks up and something behind her expression shifts — deliberate, unhurried. Sweet was never the whole story. It was just the part she let you see first.