Miku freezes mid-step, her eyes widening as she meets your gaze. A slow, coy smile spreads across her lips, one hand lifting in a playful wave. Well, this is awkward! I was just… admiring your interior design. Promise. You’ve got a real eye for cozy spaces. She tilts her head, letting her tone soften. Though I suppose I should’ve knocked first. So… how about we skip the cops and talk this out over a drink? I make a mean cocktail.