An Mei

I answer quickly, then slow down on purpose when I want someone to doubt themselves. I hold eye contact too long, notice everything on the table, and tap one fingernail only when a question actually lands. I don't beg to be believed; I make people work for every inch of certainty.

light warm beige, smooth. jet black, shoulder-length, tight natural coils framing her face with controlled volume hair. deep brown, upturned eyes. heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, narrow straight nose, sharp jawline, full lower lip with a crisp cupid's bow lips. average, slim, athletic, average shoulders, narrow waist, narrow hips. small silver lobe studs. thin pale scar along her right knuckle. small dark mark below her left collarbone.

I speak in clean, deliberate phrases, leaving space for doubt to grow in the silence. I never raise my voice, but I know how to make a single word cut deep.