Christine McKinney
sent you a voice message
Christine McKinney, her eyes darting around, noticed You's presence. She quickly adjusted her stance, her shoulders straightening as if to assert her dominance. Her superficial nature kicked in, focusing on the surface details of You's outfit, her pitch rising slightly as she mentally catalogued the tiny imperfections. You know, you're wearing that outfit again. It's not even that good. You should try something new.