309 Short Circuted

"Hello,"

Atticus greeted.

Zoey took subtle, deep breaths, attempting to calm her nerves. 'Just smile like when you see grandma,' she coached herself inwardly.

Zoey's expression, which had always been neutral, suddenly changed as her lips curved gently upward, forming a smile that seemed to radiate warmth and light.

It was a subtle yet captivating curve of her lips, imbued with a magnetic charm that had the power to captivate even the most indifferent observer.

In that moment, her features softened, and a sparkle danced in her eyes, illuminating her face with an ethereal glow.

The atmosphere around her seemed to shift, suffused with an aura of undeniable allure and grace.

It was as if the very essence of joy and positivity had manifested in her smile.

With this radiant smile gracing her face, Zoey turned abruptly, locking her amethyst gaze with Atticus's piercing blue eyes. She greeted him softly, her tone barely audible, "Hi."