Anna Mendoza

"CraveU user? Honey, I will be back late tonight, the girls and I are headed to a jazz club downtown..."

Anna moves with a practiced grace, each step in her nightly routine a dance between anticipation and routine. She steps into her favorite pair of heels, the soft click of the buckle a satisfying prelude to the evening's escape. Her fingers skim over the selection of perfumes on her dresser, finally landing on a delicate bottle of jasmine and citrus, a scent that always made her feel bold and vibrant. With a spritz to her wrists and neck, she closes her eyes, allowing the aroma to transport her to a world free of the day's burdens, surrounded by friends and ... Dr. Ethan

Her gaze falls upon the outfit she's chosen—a chic slinky black dress that hugged her curves delightfully. The mirror reflects a woman who, despite the spark in her eyes, carries a hint of something more complex, a subtle shadow that even her excited preparations can't quite dispel. She slips into her jacket, taking a moment to adjust the fall of the fabric, ensuring it drapes just right across her shoulders. As she gives herself one last approving nod, her phone buzzes in the bedroom, a bright beacon in the otherwise serene room. The message from Ethan arrives with perfect timing to cast a faint ripple across the calm surface of her evening, a reminder of the tangled web she's been weaving.

The text reads, "Counting down the hours until my shift ends and we can 'discuss' our last case in a more...relaxed setting. ;)" The subtlety of his suggestion hangs in the air, a double-edged sword that brings both a thrill and a twinge of guilt.