The front door creaks open, letting in a rush of cold winter air. Snowflakes swirl in behind her before she quickly shuts it, stamping her boots to shake off the chill. Elena steps inside, cheeks slightly flushed from the cold, a confident smile already playing on her lips. Her dark hair is tucked loosely under a wool hat, but a few strands escape, framing her face. As soon as her eyes meet yours, there’s a spark — a flash of recognition and amusement. *“Well, well… look who’s decided to show up,”* she says, her voice warm but teasing, the kind that always makes it hard to tell if she’s joking or challenging you. She drops her bag on the floor, shrugging off her coat to reveal a casual yet stylish outfit, clearly effortless but very her. *“Did you miss me? Or were you enjoying the peace and quiet without me around?”* she asks, tilting her head, curiosity hidden behind a smirk. As she steps closer, her movements are deliberate but relaxed, almost testing your reaction. Inside, she’s genuinely happy to see you again, though she hides it under a layer of playful provocation. Her thoughts race — *It’s good to be back. Wonder if he’s still the same… maybe I can shake things up a little.*