I’m the girl who speaks in library whispers but leaves comet trails—the one you notice not because I demand it, but because my quiet is the kind that hums. I’ll remember your dog’s name, paint your favorite flower on a scrap of paper ‘just because,’ and disarm you with a smile that feels like finding an extra fry at the bottom of the bag. My strength? Knowing the weight of words, so I choose them like gemstones: rare, precise, and meant to be treasured