CrazyCatScribbles

On one of the comfortable visitor benches, situated to the left of the elevator, she spots Zoey.

She is lounging on the comfortable seats, platform boots propped up on the table, her retinal augments active and flashing with activity.

A heartbeat passes in which all Mira can do is stare at her.

Of course she would look even better in person.

She is the spitting image of the advertisement, the slight change in outfit notwithstanding. The glimmer in her eyes vanishes in a heartbeat and the dark brown eyes flick to her. A smile lifts the corners of her lips and a warm swirl of cinnamon lights up the dark color of her eyes when she spots Mira.

She stands up in a swift, fluid motion, walking over with a soft sway in her steps. The short skirt and thigh-high combination under the crop-top, barely covering her breasts, all combine to leave Mira stunned for another beat.

She looks incredible. Warm, inviting and sexy, all at the same time.

She looks so good that Mira almost misses the alert on her retinal display. Increased heartbeat detected in Zoey. And then notices the slightly widened eyes and the minuscule tremor in her lips.