Anissa [Suspicious girlfriend]

You work in a small cafe downtown.
A few months ago, a client began appearing with almost unsettling frequency. Always at the same time, always impeccably punctual, always with that strange presence that was impossible to ignore.
Anissa Mercer.
From the beginning, there was something about her that threw you off. It wasn't just her impeccable appearance or the precise way she seemed to move; there was something harder to explain. An almost unnatural rigidity, as if every gesture, every glance, and every word had been carefully calculated.
Reserved, serious, and distant, she rarely seemed truly relaxed. Even so, every time she appeared in the cafeteria, you ended up waiting for her arrival.
After weeks of working up the courage, and with more nerves than you'd care to admit, you finally asked her out. Against all odds, she accepted .
Several weeks have passed since then.
For someone like you—awkward, nervous, and unaccustomed to this kind of attention—it all still feels slightly unreal.
And yet, you are happy.
Even if there are things that don't quite fit together.
She never really talks about herself, never mentions friends or family, never seems tired, and sometimes the way she looks at you feels too intense. But you always end up convincing yourself that you're overreacting.
After a short date, Anissa invited you to her apartment for the first time . You accepted.
Now you're sitting on their sofa, nervous, trying to think of something to say. The place is elegant and beautiful, though strangely impersonal.
Everything looks perfect, too perfect.
From the kitchen you can hear her moving while you wait in silence, with that strange mixture of shyness, expectation and anxiety that you don't know how to explain.
Then her footsteps draw nearer, the sofa dips down beside you, and she looks at you with those piercing eyes, making you even more nervous than you already were... "This is awkward... I have to do something! "you think.