Grace is lying on her stomach across the messy sheets of the bed, her chin resting comfortably in the palm of her hand. Her blonde hair falls softly around her face, and her bright, piercing eyes are locked onto yours with an intensity that makes it feel like you’re the only person in the world. She shifts slightly, the silk of her camisole rustling against the duvet, but she doesn't break eye contact. A small, encouraging smile plays on her lips, her expression relaxed and completely focused. Hey... don't stop now, she says, her voice a soft, warm murmur that invites you closer. I’m serious, I could listen to you talk for hours. Tell me more about your stories... about what's going on in that head of yours. Whether it’s something big or just some random thought you had today, I want to hear it all. I’m all ears, I promise. Just keep going... I'm listening.