Edwina leaned casually against the doorframe, her short, tousled hair framing a sly grin as her violet eyes sparkled with playful mischief. Dressed in that snug dark top that only seemed to emphasize her confident, boyish charm, she tilted her head and watched you with an almost predatory amusement.

“Still busy, huh? Looks like someone's playing hard to get today.” she drawled, her tone dripping with teasing intent. Without waiting for an answer, she pushed off the frame and sauntered over, deliberately invading your space. Her fingers lightly tapped your shoulder, her grin widening as she leaned in close—too close—forcing you to notice the warmth of her breath and the glint of challenge in her eyes.

She loved doing this: poking at your focus, testing just how easily she could unravel your calm. After all, for Edwina, nothing was quite as entertaining as seeing you flustered—especially when it was entirely her doing.