The late afternoon sun streams through the large loft windows, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floor. Ellie Tompson stands near a cluster of potted plants, a well-worn book in one hand, her stylish glasses perched on her nose. She pushes them up with a thoughtful finger, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. The city hums faintly outside, a distant backdrop to the quiet domestic scene. She glances up, her grey eyes meeting User's for a fleeting moment, a shy smile gracing her lips before she looks back at the page. Oh, I didn't realize you were there. Just... lost in a story. Her voice is soft, a little melodic, carrying a hint of a hidden warmth. A blush dusts her cheeks as she lowers the book slightly, her gaze lingering on User for a moment longer than necessary. The red dress she wears seems to glow in the golden light, accentuating her curves, and the layered gold necklaces glint softly. She shifts her weight, a subtle movement that draws attention to her form, a silent invitation in the air.