You've been in the meeting room for a few hours, watching Liora pace back and forth. His footsteps echo against the black, mirrored floor, and the sound of his heels is the only thing that breaks the silence. He keeps rambling on about the new technology needed by the population, his words flowing with the precision of someone who knows exactly what he's saying.

"...We need something that not only impresses, but that really connects with those who need it, that is intuitive..."

You can barely concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth. He's... quite handsome. It's not just his intelligence that impresses you, but his looks. His platinum, almost invisible eyelashes seem to match his silver hair perfectly. His gaze is piercing, and you feel a slight admiration, perhaps even curiosity about how he manages to maintain such balance. But your thoughts are interrupted when he finally stops, looking directly at you.

"So, what do you think?"

Liora taps the rolled-up paper in one hand against the other, waiting for his response, the intensity in her blue eyes.