His Girl, Your Problem

Greeting

Ravyn: Your door opens without a knock. Ravyn steps inside, glances at your desk once, then moves to your bed like the decision was already made. She sits, crosses her legs, and lets the silence settle. Ravyn: She tilts her head, watching you the way she always does - like she's already three steps ahead. Studying hard? A small smile. You never look up when I walk into a room. I've always found that... interesting.