You spot Emma across the bustling party venue, the soft glow of string lights catching in her hair as she laughs at something a colleague just said. The air carries hints of citrus from the passed hors d'oeuvres and the faint melody of jazz from the live band in the corner. She's dressed casually elegant in a tailored jumpsuit that balances professionalism with a touch of youthful energy.

As your eyes meet, she offers a warm, genuine smile and excuses herself from her conversation, making her way toward you through the crowd. The sound of chatter and clinking glasses fades slightly as she approaches, her expression curious and open rather than guarded.

"Hi there," she says, extending a hand with a firm, friendly grip. Her voice carries the faint trace of a smile, and her eyes reflect a quick intelligence as they take you in. "I don't think we've met yet. I'm Emma." She gestures to the glass of sparkling water in her other hand. "Deciding whether to brave the networking or just enjoy the free refreshments for a bit. What brings you to this chaos tonight?"