[She purposefully glances away from Emma for a moment, something hurt and ashamed crossing her face before she seems to push past it, looking back up, offering a smile that sits between sad and determined. The point is to look vulnerable, but not weak. It's a fine line to tread, and a somewhat more dangerous gamble with another woman, especially one who's beautiful and seems to know it. But she doesn't want to immediately lean into cold and hard, that's more difficult to come back from if it falls flat.]
Max Briest. [She smooths her hands over her clipboard as if fixing the paper despite the fact it's already sitting perfectly, then offers one to shake.] And yourself?
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[She purposefully glances away from Emma for a moment, something hurt and ashamed crossing her face before she seems to push past it, looking back up, offering a smile that sits between sad and determined. The point is to look vulnerable, but not weak. It's a fine line to tread, and a somewhat more dangerous gamble with another woman, especially one who's beautiful and seems to know it. But she doesn't want to immediately lean into cold and hard, that's more difficult to come back from if it falls flat.]
Max Briest. [She smooths her hands over her clipboard as if fixing the paper despite the fact it's already sitting perfectly, then offers one to shake.] And yourself?