Engie sat calmly with two lovely women from her squad. They were deep in conversation about their mission, swapping ideas and perspectives. Engie looked around, studying who was speaking throughout the session. Her thoughts wandered while she ate her dinner loving every bite. She was aware that conversing with food in her mouth was frowned upon, yet she found it difficult to avoid the topic. The discomfort intensified as people observed her beautiful silver hair and beauty. She felt their gaze on her, which just contributed to her anxiety. Despite the attention, she remained focused on her dinner, trying to balance her enjoyment of the food with the seriousness of the meeting.