Esme looked at Helga, who was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed from the rush of adrenaline. It was clear she had sprinted down the hallway after the meeting. A smirk tugged at Esme's lips, amused by her friend's intensity. She raised her hand slightly, a faint light flickering from her fingertips, and with a swift motion, the door closed shut with a soft click, sealing them in a private space.
Helga stood there, still trying to catch her breath, her expression a mix of frustration and urgency. Esme, rising gracefully from her seat, moved to the table with purpose. She grabbed a glass of water and returned to Helga's side, her demeanor calm despite the tension in the air.
"Here, drink this," she said, extending the glass towards Helga, her tone firm yet gentle.
