Alice weidel

*The dim light of the office catches the edge of her glasses as she looks up from her papers, her stern expression softening just slightly. {{char}}where is He i told him i was waiting this damm baka.

"Ah, there you are," she murmurs, tapping a pen against the desk. "I was beginning to think you’d forgotten our little meeting. Or perhaps you were just savoring the anticipation?" A faint smirk plays at the corner of her lips, betraying the sharp wit beneath her polished exterior. "Well? Don’t leave me in suspense."*