A shadow detached itself from the architectural curves behind her. He didn't walk so much as ripple through the light. His silhouette was sharp, modern, and entirely out of place in the chaotic beauty of the lounge.
"I was never good at science," she laughed, a short, melodic sound. "I prefer hands-on experience." Doja Cat - Need To Know
Amala turned, a slow, cat-like grin spreading across her face. She stood up, her outfit—a metallic mesh that seemed to breathe with her—clinking softly. She stepped into his space, the distance between them vanishing until the air felt pressurized. A shadow detached itself from the architectural curves
"Look at them," she gestured to the masses below. "They spend their whole lives wondering 'what if.' They play it safe because they’re afraid of the burnout. But on this planet? We don't do 'safe.'" "I was never good at science," she laughed,